Tuesday, August 01, 2006

The God Of Earth

I started The God of Earth as spoken word comedy sketch in late 1999. It started as a mock conversation that I had with God. It was a very sarcastic but funny dialogue that I would tell my friends. I had just returned from London to New York after my crash and burn. I found myself homeless. To make light of a heavy situation, I came up with an initial comedy sketch.
As my situation increasingly deteriorated I found myself couch surfing in the far-flung reaches of the city. At one point I was staying at the home of an Orthodox Jew out in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. He had an eclectic and interesting library. One book caught my eye. It was "God and The Secular City" written by a radical theologian named Harvey Cox. It was published in 1964.

In "God and The Secular City", Cox makes a radical case against the Christian establishment. His thesis is that the West, the US in particular, is a modern secular democracy. He argues that the structure of the Christian Church as well as The Bible were irrelevant for our times. The structure of the Christian Church he argues is based on Feudal forms of state and structure. Cox argues that The Bible was written for the Medieval mind and political elite.
Cox highlights that the terms used to describe God and Jesus were incompatible for a Modern Industrial urban society. The references of God and Jesus as King and Lord are outdated. He says that the theologians at the time wanted to explain Christianity mirroring the social and political reality of medieval times. Under Feudalism, the upper classes were the nobility and the monarchy. The serfs had to bow and show signs of obedient subservience to their lords and kings. The Bible and the structure of the Church and the theology reflected the social reality.
However, since the Enlightenment and the French and American Revolutions, the old order of Feudalism was over-thrown. The ideology of Absolutism were discredited and slowly abolished. Cox argues that everything has changed. Natural science had solved many divine mysteries. The principles of Democracy and Equality broke down the old class hierarchies. The economic relations had changed. Everything had changed except for the Christian religion.
Cox argues that Secularism had overtaken superstition. Public education is secular. Science is secular. For Cox, the next step was secular divinity. The hierarchy of the Church and the language of The Bible is outdated and does not reflect Modern Liberal Democracy. Cox argues that God does not want humans to be subservient or afraid of Him.(I use capital letters out of respect for the grammar of the English language rather than any sense of religious piety.) Cox argues that in the era of equality between classes, races and genders, there needs to be equality between humans and God. The next step was for humans to become equal to God. God is not a King. Jesus is not a Lord. God is not our master. Jesus is not our Saviour.
In the context of the 1960s, Cox's argument makes sense. The Civil Rights movement was in full momentum. The US South was being de-segregated. Colonialism was in the process of dismantling. Humanity had launched rockets and men into space. The Sexual Revolution was switching into 4th gear. Authority was challenged and no longer respected. For Cox the theologian, the last step of Modern Liberal Democratic Secular society was the equality between humans and God. Since the US and Europe were now urbanized societies at the time when social divisions and barriers were breaking down, Cox believed that religion had to follow suit.
"God and The Secular City" left a profound effect on me. I had long since abandoned religion. It was very easy for me to do so. Only 2 members of my family were religious but mildly so. When I was 5, I didn't believe in God. It was preposterous to my mind. My Grandmother belonged to the Episcopalian Church in Lower Manhattan. In Grades 1 and 2 between 1978-1980, she sent me to the Cathedral School of St. John The Divine atop Morningside Heights on the Upper West Side. The Cathedral of St. John The Divine is the seat of the New York City Episcopal Archdiocese and also the seat of the Anglican Communion in the United States. It was a thoroughly integrated school. Half the student body were Jews. Many more were kids of different faiths and some who had none. Even though there was compulsory Chapel service every Wednesday and Evensong every Thursday the service was strangely secular. Since the student body was predominately non-Christian, Jesus was left out of the services. Only God was mentioned but very sparingly. The "sermons" and songs of the service liturgy were centered on moral secular humanism. As I got older, my Grandmother thought that it would be a good idea for me to have some form of religious experience. When I was 12, she asked if I wanted to be baptized. I thought about it and agreed only because it was something new. When I was 14, I became confirmed in the same Episcopalian church that I was baptized in. I was lucky that I was baptized and confirmed in that particular parish in New York City Dioceses.
The Episcopal Church in the Northeastern US had undergone profound changes in the 1960s. By the 1950s its national membership had declined to the point that within two decades it was projected that there would be no more members. In the Northeast, the Church modernised. It was never a dogmatic Church and never had any set or established rules. By the 1970s the Northeastern Church undertook a revolution. It became the first Mainline Protestant denomination to ordain women as priests. It went further and began to ordain Gays and Lesbians. Many of the new clergy were radicals from the 1960s and 1970s. They were influenced by Harvey Cox. In the 1980's the Boston Diocese elected a Black woman Bishop to lead it. The Dioceses of Boston, New York and Newark had become the most liberal and open Mainline denomination.
Since I was Confirmed at 14 in 1986, the revolution had become almost complete. The Parish of Calvary/St. George was the bastion of Liberal Secular Humanist Christianity. To be sure, St. George's Church followed The Book of Common Prayer but ad-libbed and added more liberal humanism to the service. Once a month Holy Communion was held but in a radical way. In place of a quiet and staid service, the service was filed with contemporary rock music. Instead of people queueing up quietly to kneel on the rail before the alter with the priest solemnly serving the wafer and wine, the rails were removed and the entire congregation invited to stand around the alter with the Celebrant. The kids from Sunday School were brought out and allowed to sit on the steps or on the floor in front of the alter. The kids would be themselves talking, playing and laughing. Moreover, there was no dress code. People were allowed to wear what ever they wanted. Jeans , mini-skirts and shorts were allowed.
The concept was the Cox concept. We did not call the Rector or Vicar by title. We did not call them Reverend or Father so-and-so. We called them by their first names. They did not give off any airs of importance or superiority. They were our equals. No one was higher or lower than the other. The open concept of Holy Communion was based on a simple idea. For too long, the alter rail was seen as a barrier between the people and God, between the Clergy and the congregation. For too long, the alter was shrouded behind a holy mysticism. Now, everything and every one was equal. All barriers had been broken down.
Unlike the services at Cathedral School, God and Jesus were mentioned but again as references to present the case of Secular Humanism. The positives of Christianity were enhanced. There was no talk of sin, except to denounce Apartheid in South Africa and racism in general. There was no intimidation of a fire and brimstone Hell. The focus was to show how having a personal and equal relationship with God through Christ as personal fulfillment and to create a more liberal and just world.
However, the theology was steeped in intellectualism. It was believed that people must have a thorough understanding of their faith and belief. People cannot believe in God or Jesus if they were ignorant of the history and intellectual foundations of Christianity. Every aspect of Christian theology was investigated. The historical precedents and antecedents that created the modern Church. The political backwardness of historical Christianity were exposed and denounced. The writings of the Apostle Paul were scrutinized and de-constructed. While Paul was acknowledged as the first intellectual and theorist of Christianity, he was denounced as a sexist misogynist and homophobe. Moreover, he was exposed as a repressed homosexual. His writings were dissected. The reactionary and dubious aspects of his writings were dismissed. It was impressed to take the interesting and relevant writings of Paul and to discard the rest. It was made clear that Paul, having never known Jesus, had imposed his own morality and theology into Christianity and highlighted how often he was wrong.
Jesus was de-mystified. All of his miracles were explained as natural and scientific phenomena. It was also stressed that the writers of the Gospels had embellished stories and enacted myths to make Jesus seem greater than he really was. In sum, I had received as thorough an education in Christian history, intellectualism and theology without going to Divinity School.
This was the pattern repeated all across the Northeast. At Episcopal summer camp, we would watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail and laugh hysterically at the blasphemous jokes. The Episcopal chaplain at Boston University would freely admit that he smoked weed. The Vicar at St. George's Church would take us teenagers to New Wave rock concerts. It was all about being human and living in the contemporary world. You were free to believe what you wanted to believe. Essentially, you were given all the knowledge of the religion but free to do what you wanted with it. The door was wide open and I left it.
At the same time that I attended St. George's Church, I went to Cardinal Spellman High School in The Bronx. All students had to take compulsory Catholic Religious studies. Catholicism was a shock. It repulsed me. It was an alien religion. The Sacraments, the Rosary, the divinity and cult of Mary, the praying to Saints were incomprehensible. So was the belief that the wafer during communion was the actual body of Christ while the wine was the actual blood of Christ. As a Secular Humanist Christian, I saw this as backwards. The praying to Mary and the Saints was idolatry. The confession box seemed like a medieval interrogation booth. The formal and official titles of the priests and nuns was old-fashioned. The fear and deference given to priests and nuns smacked of Authoritarianism. Moreover, the believers of the faith seemed to have little understanding of the religion. The reactionary conservatism of the school and of the Catholic students and teachers made me recoil in horror. Worse still was the politics of John Cardinal O'Connor who was the Archbishop of the New York Archdiocese. His public rants against sexuality alienated me. He criticized the New York Public School system. His insistent imposition of Catholic morality over the city made me resentful. He had every right to tell Catholics what they should or shouldn't do. However, he had no right to dictate his beliefs over the entire city. As politicians in the Canadian Maritimes tell other politicians from different jurisdictions: "Stick to your own knitting!" The Pope made no sense to me. How could anyone have the hubris to proclaim they are Christ's direct Representative on Earth. Moreover, how could hundreds of millions of people believe it and follow and obey him like an Absolutist Monarch?
When I went to Boston University, I infiltrated a Evangelical Christian sect. They made the Catholicism look rational and progressive. Their literal interpretation of The Bible was insanity! Did these people have no life that all they did was read The Bible and quote or regurgitate lines ad infinitum. They believed every word of Paul. The Evangelicals seemed obsessed with the Old Testament. They took obscure passages from The Bible and extrapolated the most fantastical conclusions and insights from them. They ignored the compassion and humanity of Jesus. They were contemptuous of women, spiteful against gays and lesbians, and extolled pure vitriol against Liberal Secular Humanism. They had a pathological fear and aversion to sex and any expression of sexuality. They were Christian Zionists who supported Israel. They obsessed over the Book of Revelations. They were sure that the end of the world and the Anti-Christ were on the rise. They believed in The Rapture. Basically, they had no grasp of reality. They quoted lines from The Bible which didn't exist or if they did, the lines did not infer whatsoever to the points they tried to make.
At least with Catholics, they had both feet on the ground and more or less in reality as the general population. The Evangelicals were a scary and not at all funny episode of Looney Tunes.
I then realised that my brand of Christianity was abnormal. That liberal secular humanist Episcopalianism was the fringe and decidedly out of the mainstream. However, there are right wing traditionalists are the Episcopal Church and consider the wing that I come out of not to have anything to do with Christianity. I realised that religion was not meant for me. I went straight to radical sexual politics. I got an early glimpse how organised religion is tied to right wing and fascist politics. I also realised how political Christianity was a mortal threat to American democracy, individual liberties and most importantly to women.
Today, the North American Episcopal Church is about to split. Which in turn is leading to a rift between the North American Church and the rest of the Anglican Communion. With the recent ordination of an openly Gay Bishop in New Hampshire and another woman Bishop to be appointed in California has left the conservative wing of the church in dismay. The Liberal theologians have now challenged the divinity of Christ. The conservatives are appalled. Various Dioceses are now performing same sex ceremonies. I think that the Episcopalian Church will collapse in the US. I welcome the split. The feudalists and the modernists should part ways.
I began to write The God of Earth in earnest. I also spent 2 months in Atlanta. Atlanta is in the heart of the Bible Belt. To protect myself intellectually against the social and political dictatorship of Christian Fundamentalism, I feverishly wrote the first draft of The God of Earth. I was visiting and staying with my mother, who is a right wing Evangelical Christian.
I finished the first draft of The God of Earth in summer 2000, a few months before Bush stole the Presidency. I finished the final draft of the play in June 2001, 7 months after I moved to Montreal and 3 months before 9/11.
The God of Earth is an assault on organised Religion, in particular organised Christianity from a liberal secular humanist former Christian. One of the difficulties that non-believers have when they attack or criticize Christianity is that they have little or no understanding or knowledge of the theology or intellectual genesis and roots of the religion. More often than not, their attacks are petty and superficial such as the song and video Dear God by XTC. Too often it comes down to trite argument: "If God is so powerful just and loving why does he let bad things happen?"
As I studied History and Political Philosophy at Boston University, a pattern emerged. The advance of organised religions be they Judaic, Christian or Muslim were motivated by political, territorial and imperialist factors. For example; the only reason why Black people in The Americas and Africa became Christian was due to European imperialism and colonialism. The same is true of Islam in the sub-Sahara Africa. Modern day Turkey was Christian before the Muslim invaders. Rome became Christian in order to keep the Empire alive and stronger. Charlemagne created the first post-Roman Christian Empire for political and imperialist reasons. It became clear that it had less to do with theology or spirituality but more about power.
So what about spirituality? That became more interesting. I started to study the pre-class societies in South America and Africa. I came upon a book produced by Cures Not Wars, the anti-drug prohibition group based in New York. It was an experiment with Ibogane called The Staten Island Project. Ibogane is a psycho-tropic plant from West Africa found most abundantly in Gabon. It was coincidence that I met Blaise N'Djoiuse from Cameroon who is one of the world's leading scholars of African history and culture. Only then did I get a glimpse into the origins of spirituality which come from Africa.
The God of Earth is a 5 Act Comedy. The main character is Young Poet. Young Poet is the ideal of who I wish that I were. I do not express his wit or demeanor as much as I should. At the same time, Young Poet has characteristics that hopefully I will never develop. He is a cynical, bold, depressed while not an alcoholic has a dependency on it and cannot hold his liquor particularly well. He is from Manhattan. One night as he contemplates committing suicide on the New York subway. He changes his mind. When he sleeps he finds himself in space chained to a white cross. He meets God of Earth for the first time. They start their initial dialogue.
God of Earth is the archetype of the Old Testament and Puritan God. He is patrician, stern, authoritarian, old, uptight, angry, aggressive and lame all at once. However he is good at what he does best: making people feel guilty and always threatening to severely punish anyone who disobeys.
Young Poet has no fear of God. He insults and curses God. He puts God in his place. He laughs at God and dismisses God as "a provincial hick." God reveals how poets go neither to Hell or Heaven because they are mad. Also, poets have little fear or respect for authority so both God and Lucifer keep their distance.
In Act 2, Young Poet goes to London. He meets and encounters Tony Blair. Blair has a dark and dirty secret to tell Young Poet: Tony Blair is really Lucifer. He cons Young Poet into visiting Hell which is nothing but a suburban sprawl where consumerism is endless and free. Then Young Poet is forced by God to visit Heaven, against the poet's will. In heaven, Young Poet observes the Apostle Paul having a heated debated with the German poet Goethe about sexuality.
In Act 3, Young Poet goes to France and meets Madame Monarch. The character of Madame Monarch is King Alice from PG2M(please read First Communique). She is a French Lesbian Transgendered Rastafarian. I tool all the statements and proclamations that King Alice told me over a period of 4 years and use them as the lines of Madame Monarch.
In Act 4, Young Poet goes to Gabon after being told that the origins of spirituality come from Gabon. He has a rough time in Gabon being ripped off by an Immigration Officer and accosted by Customs. He has a falling out with a Black American anthropologist. Eventually, he takes Ibogaine and meets the Yourban god of creation: Omono.(Read below)
In Act 5, Young Poet has an epic and brutal fight with God in space while simultaneous Tony Blair makes his debut as a football player for the Arsenal Club in London. It is a friendly match between Arsenal and the National Team of Gabon. You will have to wait to see the play or movie to see what happens at the end.
God of Earth
Part IV
By Der Kosmonaut
(Poet's Note: Scenes 14-18 take place at a community ceremony in Central Gabon. Pierre, a 19 year old from the community escorts Young Poet, whom being from New York City, is taking Ibogaine for the first time. Ibogaine, an indigenous plant of the region, is a psychotropic plant for method of transcendence.)

Scene 14
It is Nightfall. A group of 14 men and women are playing drums. 7 women are dancing chanting and shrieking. Young Poet has already taken Ibogaine. His eyes are glassy. He shivers and is drenched in sweat. Pierre holds a bowl of water to Young Poet's mouth. YP takes a swallow and goes through a bout of gagging. He lies on his back.
Scene 15
Daylight. Young Poet walks through the forest. Plants and flowers animate and sway in time to an African bass beat. YP face distorts. He flies above the trees.
Scene 16
Next, Young Poet is back on the ground walking again. A duplicate YP follows behind him 7 steps. YP turns around and sees his duplicate. The duplicate mimics YP motions and also turns around. YP steps with his right foot. The duplicate does the same. YP runs towards the duplicate. The duplicate turns and runs as well always exactly 7 steps ahead. YP and the duplicate dance with each other seven steps away.
Scene 17
Nightfall again. Young Poet wakes up. Pierre observes him.
Pierre: Is everything all right, sir?
Young Poet :( calm and cheerful) Everything's brilliant. Brilliant! I'm completely at ease with myself. I never want to leave.
Pierre: (approaches with bowl of water) Some water, sir?
Young Poet :( takes a few sips and smacks his lips. stands up)
The forest in the night
Where there is little light
The stars smile uninsured
The ills of the world are cured
Where emptiness is banished
And all fears vanquished
I feel the water inside me
An ocean a lake a river into seas
The body body its features complicated
A supreme being to contemplate
Pierre :( smiles bemused) Sir, your words have lost the sharpness
Young Poet: Because they are now harmless
Pierre: You are full of beauty and awe
Young Poet: In peace and beauty the world I saw
Pierre: Your gift of rhyme is divine.
Young Poet: Look up there. See how my home WehrSol shine.
Pierre :( looks up) Is that your home up there?
Young Poet: Yes. Just go up through the air
Through the skies I love to stare
When God of Earth tells me not
Then around his order I must plot
The Devil is tolerant and devout
Why did ever God cast him out?
On this planet where all abounds
From the moon in space there are no sounds
WehrSol with my people is home
On Earth or Airstrip I am alone
Comprehension of human affairs I lack
Further alienated here cause I'm Black
Little unity and values in common
For WehrSol leaves me longing
My real name is Meort
I am a Major rank it's on my shirt
Intelligence agent to help my tribe
Evacuate and free them by my side
On Earth there is no room for us
Repatriation to WehrSol a must!
Pierre: Sir, you are not one of us are you?
Young Poet: Is it that clear? Yes it's absolutely true.
Pierre: Who are your people? What race do you represent?
Young Poet: I travel lightly throughout space my head my only tent
My people, my race are on earth unknown
Never have I met any WehrSolians. On Earth they are not shown
I know there are others like myself
50000 or so enslaved on Earth in cuffs
Ignorant of their identity and conscousness
But secretly longing for their unknown original nest
I must find my lost race
Identify to them their home in space
I must make myself visible to them
For my words are a responsible hymn
They should all drink Ibogaine tea
To give them the ability to see
(He passes out)
Scene 18
Young Poet stands in a hazy void. He looks and sees a giant African man. It is Omono, the Yoruban god of creation. He is dressed in a purple tunic standing proud as a warrior. He looks down upon YP
Omono: I can see that you are Anglo-Saxon
You appear as a human but your spirit is not
I have waited to see you here on your mission
I want to know what it you plot is.
Young Poet: Your highness my sir is most impressive
In all my years for you I've longed to live
My name is Meort. A representative of WehrSol
Though I must confess from Earth comes my soul
Omono: Are you not a poet be?
A visionary with the ability to see?
On a quest for the mystery of Earth
Welcome dear guest into my hearth
I am the original and true god of this planet
You've searched for the truth and have now found it
Young Poet: I've always wondered why on Earth I came as a Black
To wear this tedious burden upon my back
It is very true we represent the first
People on this planet. It is a lie we are not cursed
I have a question for you answer if you can
Who on Earth is like me in the form of a human?
Are there other WehrSolians you have met?
If so tell who where and how to connect?
Omono: Your great and proud race can be found
On every land on the ground
You are the first to ever perceive
my existence, a feat I never would conceive
Alone you are not on this rock with your race
Look not to space nor your mind but in the most obscure place
Your race is here to present as gifts
Esoteric and spiritual mastery to uplift
Earth humans out of their ignorance
To pursue a philosophical and enlightened bliss
From the Sudan down to the Southern Cape
From northern and southern poles to artic and tropical landscapes
Your race toils under too much duress
Not knowing the causes of their distress
They are the outcasts and misunderstood misfits
Artists poets visionaries all lost in the mists
Of other worlds and splendours of imagination
Knowing vaguely that death is not their destination
Immortality sleeps deep deep deep
And one day into space you will all make the leap
Young Poet: You my good sir speak a mouthful
Articulate clear and powerful too!
It is a great honor to meet you
Filling me in on helpful clues
What next do tell what I must do?
For surely we are not through
How can I reach my beloved folk?
For how do I fertilize the yolk?
The seed to blossom my mighty nation
To manifest my fancy to drive my inclination
No more fantasies no more wishes!
Time for action away the glitches!
Omono: You are too eager and fast young one!
Patience and diligence and your game is won
First you must settle your accounts of the one
Who calls himself God of Earth who oppressed everyone
You must denounce his treacherous ways
But caution let not Lucifer make you sway
To his kingdom of deception
Cast both out of your perception
Young Poet: Very well I understand what you mean
Your wisdom and insight I have seen
I'm not a slave to the beliefs of this world
Fuck God and Satan and all they unfurl!
I am free and also a god
Meort of WehrSol and very proud
My message to this solar system I send out loud!
Omono: Go now back to your star
Tell your gods who you are
I give to you all my blessings
I hope Ibogaine has given you the lessons
I Omono am the creator of this existence
Go forth and success with your resistance.
WehrSol. YP stands in the metropolis of Kapitol. He looks younger and is
in his military uniform. His collared shirt is red with a narrow black neck tie and black trousers. He wears an armband with the intials WSI in white lettering. He wears a wool cone shaped hat with unfurled wing tips. The hat is green with the Australian aboriginal symbol for astronaut on it. The city of Kapitol has Bauhaus and socialist style architecture. The Buildings are painted in brillant hues of blue, green, orange and crimson. YP stands underneath the RKE(Rapid Kinetic Electric) elevated tube. A cement tube with glass ribs supporting the strutcture. Lights blur through indicating passing ¨trains¨. A gravity hopper ascends in the sky. The streets are fille mostly with brown people dressed in red and black attire.
YP walks through the streets marvelling the archtitecture he has not seen in a long time but his unconscious memory recalls for him. He walks towards a blue and silver tower which on Earth would be mis-construed as a communications tower found in the cities of Eastern Europe. It stands with blinking eletro-magnetic lights in the blood red sky. YP heads in and ascends the tower.
He enters a mid sized room wih polished silver steel furniture. Four beings dressed in the same uniform as he are sitting. They are the council of gods for WehrSol. They are representatives of the main cities of WehrSol: Goddess Eru, God Ater, Goddess Nep, and Sars, the spiritual advisor to the council.
Eru: Meort, Meort you have come back!
Ater: Your prescence is still intact!
Nep: Welcome home and high greetings!
Sars: Finally I have the plaesure of this meeting!
Young Poet: I send you greetings back form Airstrip
It has been one intense trip!
Good to be back home on WehrSol
There is much that you need to know!
Sars: Before you start to explain
How on Earth you have maintained
Please remove from your head your hat
Then present to us your facts
Young Poet:(removes hat) It's nice to be back home
On Airstrip I have existed alone
With a race of beings so tedious
You will never believe how they are ridiculous!
Superstitious provincial and ignorant
are they, No words and describe beings so irritant
Petty so are they with notions of their supremacy
Their dominant god rants such lunacies and idiocies
Why do tell have you sent me there?
Sometimes I think that is most unfair!
Eru: So the Airstrip is not to your liking
You find their existence to be lacking?
Ater: We know how it goes in those parts
The beings there are not terribly smart
Nep: Indeed no other beings hold them in high esteem
Lacking in awareness and particulary unclean
Sars: Nonetheless there you are assigned
We know that the Airstrip is in its decline
You are on a mission you cannot resign
A mission you must complete we have designed
To fulfill whether or not you mind
Young Poet: I intend not to complain
With you I do not feign
Comtempt loathing or disgust
With you I place all my trust
However I must confess
The Airstrip brings too much stress
Eru: Let us explain to you why
to live on Airstrip you must try
Nep: You are on a most important mission
So be patient and to us listen
Ater: You are in training to be a leader
Experience on Airstrip is your teacher
Young Poet: How many of us are there?
Is there at least with one I can pair?
Nep: There 55000 in total all
A sum which is relatively small
Young Poet: Are there any in New York City
If I'm the only one then such a pity
Sars: You are the sole contact in that place
Eru: We're sorry to report that is the case
Ater: There are three of you in the USA
The rest are found by other ways
Nep: Only you know what you really are
For the others are not up to par
Young Poet: So I must be active without a partner
Return to Aristrip and fulfill my orders
All the time not to be bitter
And no disagreements I can mutter
Eru: You will discover the others
Because they are in search for you
To protect them and provide cover
Prove to them you are true
Young Poet: I have a problem with God of Earth
He wants to put me under his curse
His partner Lucifer also wants to use me
To take his side and to Hell offer me a key
Do tell how I can tell them to fuck off
Without arousing their contempteuos scoffs?
Ater: You Major Meort are more powerful than they
Use your strengths to stay above the fray
Eru: You are a god of WehrSol you have our backing
Don't allow them to bring you distracting
from your duties to us and yourself
You have your own affairs
Nep: There are the Nebulans you must fight
Never keep them out of your sight
God and Lucifer and unimportant deities
Remember to keep the Nebulans in clarity
God cannot control you Luficer is not your Master
As a WehrSolian you are stronger and faster.

Eru: Now back to Airstrip and return to duty

Sars: This meeting is done
Ater: Remember you are not the only one.

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