And God stepped out on space, And He looked around and said, 'I'm lonely- I'll make me a world.'

Some men enjoy the constant strife Of days with work and worry rife, But that is not my dream of life: I think such men are crazy. For me, a life with worries …

So God stepped over to the edge of the world And He spat out the seven seas; He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed; He clapped His hands, and the thun…

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said,- 'O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief.'

Men create the gods in their own image.

Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode: Before you were, or any hearts to beat, Weary and kind one lingered by His seat; He made the world to be a grassy road…

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests