The Epic of the God-Man

*note that all of the spelling is correct for this piece. Also note that this is nonsensical.

The Digression of Mentality to a State of Oneness (The Epic of the God-Man)

Poison, poison in my veins.
How long until you abstain?
Must I wait until you've had your fill?
Or is it not enough for me to feel ill?

What's deal, Yo, what's the show?
Yeah, I'm willin, I'm killin, I'm ready to roll.

But I'm not thug.

Just a little give is all I need.
A little intimidation to get rid of the greed.

This is my body.
This is my soul.
Mine and you're not welcome.
Just those souls that I deem perfect.

My love. my life, my soul-mate.

With her I can do no wrong so long as she's happy.
And with her at my side We'll conquer the world
spreading peace, love, and daisies.

Antithesis to the four horsemen of some modern fairytales.

Bodies clad nude, not ashamed of our beauty,
but embracing and exemplifying each other
Since there is no world beyond ours.

A divine tapestry veiled in such a way that all the mindless garbage of the everyday
is cleansed in the basking glow of two bodies, two spirits, two souls
becoming one body, one spirit, one soul that exists all throughout time and space and the cosmos and so on and so forth and what?

What's that? I couldn't quite make that out.

One more time. Yeah still, uh,

still not getting that

Seems to me like you've got a taste of the heebie jeebies 'wel I don't hayve any som, and thayt means no one else cayn eether' redneck hitler loving Plague.

Used to be there was only one way to cure it,
one quick cheap shot to the gut and you'd be good.

Make love not war, man I'm diggin that funky square groove.
Yeah I'm a peace loving pacifist by nature,
but don't doubt me.

When you go against me and mine,
like an endless stream of demons from hell!
I will fight, oh yes I would!
I would fight like there's no tomorrow or any other mindless cliche that's hidden in the pages of what's popular.

That you could even attempt to have the capability to comprehend the massive amounts of violence that your person would incur during our casual encounter.

Wouldn't matter whose wrong or whose right I chose my sides long ago.
My son my daughter my wife, could all be imprisoned for murder, each and them all.
Not a day would I rest, I would not leave a single one for a second,

not until there was no inkling of life left in my body and everyone agreed that I had done literally all I could,
only then might you defeat me and take the prize at the end of THE maze of dots.

But don't get so hopefull.

It only takes a split second for our hero to rise from the depths of hell,
ripping off the shackles of death and casting the mortal things aside.

With new powers he learned from satan himself,
because our hero made a bet and beat the devil at his own game
(which, counter intuitive to the hype, is not all that hard to do, I'll show you when I'm through).

And just when you think our hero,
this once mortal insignificant-to-anything-meaningful man could get any more powerfuller,

(OO FEEL THE TENSION)

and once the tension snaps because you're bored of this massive cliche
we slap the all encompassing 'if the only super power he had were the one we just got metaphorically bitch slapped with, he would be by far the most awesomely amazing awesomest super hero evar in every universe except the boring ones.

And there!

Now I've lost my train of thought

To the awe encompassing might of our famed warrior back from the heat of battle,
in his left arm, a broad,
in his right, a keg.

Clad in glory,
Clothed for the moment and only just then.

And to show his strength and gain the admiration of his new found people,
he juggled the woman, the kegger, and the freshest newborn birthed from the loins of a native
and it was good, in the eyes of the people and their new God-Man.

And forth from the God-Man's loins sprouted the endless dynasty of God-Man.
And his rule was good and fruitful for all of the eternity it encompassed.

And he, with his wife and each of their limitless children
spread the ideas of truth, love, and the evar eternal whatnot all over the universe, their kingdom.

And the lessons were taken as eternal wisdom, a message from the now mythical God-Man
and his eternal family,

which is a fallacy because any non-believer can simply call and schedule an appointment with my secretary and after a series of ice breaking conference calls my people will call your people with the passcode to begin the trial paperwork...

on second thought.

Any non-believers should tune into our video pod-cast beginning hopefully sometime in the near future,
as soon as we get some tech support in this biz-natch.

But then again all of this belief in the God-Man is completely trivial because love and beauty have already been spread about the land since the beginning of God-Man-Time and that in itself leads to love and acceptance everywhere and judgment becomes a thing of the past,

of time before time,

Pre-God-Man-Time.

And any further explanation into the intricate systems of the God-Man universe would be boring and vague and would distract from the fact that the place was one of complete and utter understanding.

So it is written,
and so shall it be hidden away in some dusty corner to be forgotten.

Oh god.

*INSERT* And the God-Man was love and truth and beauty and anyone who would argue otherwise is arrogant. God-Man created arrogance, so God-Man is arrogant. But in a good way.