De Natura Deorum
A.Z. Foreman
Nature was our first Other, so we made it
Cruel Mother at our birth, knew who we were.
By Her selection all things raped and mated,
And she writhed wrathful when Man conquered Her.
She was deflowered the day Her firstborn Numen
Took men as mouthpiece. Prophets made disease
Divine and just. Men's wars were more than human.
The Gods we make, though dead, cant rest in peace.
But nature cannot care for human nature,
She has no vengeful lightning, fields no elf.
In the beginning was the Nomenclature.
The Other in the Mirror is mere Self.
A.Z. Foreman
Nature was our first Other, so we made it
Cruel Mother at our birth, knew who we were.
By Her selection all things raped and mated,
And she writhed wrathful when Man conquered Her.
She was deflowered the day Her firstborn Numen
Took men as mouthpiece. Prophets made disease
Divine and just. Men's wars were more than human.
The Gods we make, though dead, cant rest in peace.
But nature cannot care for human nature,
She has no vengeful lightning, fields no elf.
In the beginning was the Nomenclature.
The Other in the Mirror is mere Self.
Non est mater, natura, sed noverca--Seneca, perhaps
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