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Iam a truthsayer and a God-slayer

And it is to my honor never to have slain a man

But for to take his hand-in peace

But no Gods have lived after there was I

To see them standing there alone, before my sword

Owned for to fall upon them—

Apollo, Zeus, Isis, Odin

And many more are all slain

As I have one by one called them by name-To Justice

And now there is but one eternal flame

Left to extinguish-Iam stalking

And he shakes mightily to hide himself

Lest my eyes fall upon even his shadow

Where I-yet upon his trail

Will not fail but to slay his frail and false morality-his immoral heart

And what will ye serve then-Oh humanity?

When that moment comes and you realize you are alone

Under the sun, with only yourselves

And being freed from heaven or hell-unprepared

Well-You’ll serve the good for the purpose of destroying chaos, my love

You’ll serve fairness for the sake of an orderly peace

You’ll do Justice for to establish a reason for love

You’ll do courtesy as prerequisites for human contact, my dove

With concepts we’ll call Ethics

Because religion with all its mysticism, peculiar hatreds, and superstitions

Will be dead

And all their Gods-slain by a poet