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Twas early morning, dew had settled softly
upon the leaves and twigs of all the wondrous trees
of Sherwood Forest, inside which the secrets hide,
entrusted to all animals and kept away from humans.
God had decided after a discussion
with his own son, named Jesus, who had laid his head
onto the slab for men, an effort without merit.
And they agreed that one important slipup had occurred.
A nano fragment of the origin of man, called one-o-Eden,
had frayed itself inside throughout creation.
In only milliseconds fatal flaws had persevered,
their other world was left behind, a shambles.
The fragment spread, a dark malodorous wet stain
infecting all to take command with just one hoof.
I had just entered the thick brush of Imposition
a patch of all the regions forests like a herald,
it had all answers and the ancient truth of spirits
and welcomed those who had escaped contamination.
A very large and bearded, smiling figure
had walked right up to me and took my sweating hand
it was the God of Love and Wisdom, one of many
who ruled the universe, skydeep in competition.
He then revealed to me that all the world's dilemmas
were caused by other Gods, the ones who needed power,
and that the children on this earth would not be happy
without their squabbles and their darts, stabbed into others.
He showed me lightning, and then thunder and tornadoes,
all other quirks as we all know them of our Mother Nature
'These are the weapons that are at our Gods' disposal
it's how we fight eternal battles for all times.'
And he explained that our big heaven was divided
in many smaller plots with borders manned by goons,
and that the dark spots in those clouds were caves in mountains
that stored the riches, such as gold and noble metals.
Each God had followers, of course and also 'subjects',
and troups of soldiers to defend its private kingdom
you could not trust the others, not in any manner
all were afflicted by the illness called Big Greed.
And competition was the name of the big sky,
with reeking egos and the handicap of filth
there was no peace in sight on any one horizon
because horizons were so numerous up here.
He let me off again at Sherwood Forest's edge
and shook my hand and said 'my child do not be sad,
and walk the straight and narrow path which lets you sink
into morasses of your fellow man's creation.
Do not come back to me until, through purest chance
you know the answer to our heavenly dilemma
then speak to me and not to any of my foes
perhaps the future will create its own salvation.'
I walked so quickly now and followed his direction
had I expected to find peace and love's own wisdom?
I felt a smile take hold of narrow lips with pleasure
and heads would roll, by God, it is our ordination.
Herbert Nehrlich
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