Kukulkán and Tepeu made man out of maize,
But that's just a story from the old Mayan days;
It's cobblers, rubbish—it's pure bovine faeces!
But mud and spare ribs, why that's worthy of praise;
Clay-made men, baked in the sun's rays
Are the obvious way to begin a new species!
When Zeus seduced Di, as a shower of gold
(How does that work? I've never been told.)
That's a myth, nothing more; just an old fable.
But when God laid Mary, as a ghost, so we're told,
Then all of a sudden, lo! and behold—
We're supposed to believe it's as real as this table.
—Daz
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The line between myth, superstitioun and religion is randomly arbitrary
How do you dismiss Kukulkán and Tepeu so cavalierly?
Because there is only one god…
How silly of me not to recognize Universal Truths.