Most contributors all to often have a tale of woe to tell and shortly it will be my turn,however it is my intention to contribute a mixture of fun and fact.but remember to take it all with a pinch of salt…
GOD AND THE INTELLECT.
Of antiquity and ancient times, where gods took root in myth and rhyme and intellect did tread a wary path.
For that not understood was deemed beyond mere flesh and blood and intellect did suffer from it’s wrath.
Safe within their ivory tower dwelt those who’s god was of the hour and intellect alas spared not the rod.
For ancient times had served them well and much afeared they’'d break the spell, whilst Blake mussed over where those feet had trod.
Thus the sword saw gods unhitched whilst Darwin probed how life first twitched, Pandora’s box had never been so bold.
As Darwin burst upon the scene and shards of truth pierced king and queen, enlightenment did much to break their hold.
Tranquil island set aside Vesuvius took them in its stride, lts people for ever immortalised in ash.
For even as they kneeled their fate was somewhat sealed, it seems their choice of faith was some what rash.
Diplodocus brontosaurus beasts that shook the ground before us,truth never had a better chance.
Whatever faith you toast it’s fact first past the post and so the gods did polarise their stance.
Praise be our god all others we shun their love enforced at the point of a gun, it’s in the book they dare not disobey.
Their gods infused at an early age, the whip ensured thought strayed not the page, yet another book another day.
Yet am l so naive that my mind fails to perceive the twilight years of those that live alone.
For as they near the end my quill was no one’s friend as it sought to disarray their comfort zone.
Perhaps a god is what we need and thus is scattered well it’s seed and was subject well to all that was corrupt.
In my world of shake and pain paradiise is cold and plain where tranquility is that which life doth interrupt.