Clergy Tree

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A creation myth as nonsense verse.


All of the older ones
arrive at the primordial clay.
Re-imagining had begun,
so they let the game be played.

First they will make a God,
the God of obedience.
Yet wont spare the rod
as if it were expedient

The all father served them well
doing all that he is told.
So make for him a southern bell,
knowledge that can't be sold.

The first son knowledge will have,
is a little skeleton boy.
So has death made her glad
or is it the death of her joy

"Knowledge you are far to bold!"
screams the all father in rage.
"You must do as you are told!"
he rips off her arms in a rampage.

The older ones, were scared of death.
The first feeling they had felt.
Not sure if they were cursed or blessed
they offered knowledge no more help

They changed her name to wisdom
for she now seemed to know her place.
She was afraid of the symptom,
now pregnant from her rape.

The second son of wisdom
was a green boy they named hope.
Who was born without a kingdom,
the god of rock and roll.

The all father hated hope

because the child was not his.

And as death could not cope

he told the child “do as I bid!”


Death reached into hope’s chest.

Pulling out what should be his heart.

Hope was unimpressed.

Now he’s a ghost with a scar.


Death was holding an eyeball

and his hand was now alive.

He felt the skin begin to crawl

for part of death had died.


The unholy ghost of hope

took his heart from his brothers hand.

His inner eye clung as a rope,

for hope was now a man


Death now would have inner peace

and hope would carry chaos.

Wisdom had a bit of each

but felt that all was lost.


So chaos said to his father

“I command you serve yourself!”

Baptized and all, without water,

Treachery was sent to hell.


On the day that hope was born

the tree of life began to grow.

When hope became chaos, it stormed

good and evil on what we know.


Wisdom now has her children.

And the old one’s have their fear.

I wish that she was with them

hoping death was always near

Submitted: February 22, 2020

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Criss Sole

I really loved your rhyming. It was a pleasure to read.

Sun, February 23rd, 2020 11:54am


Hi, thank you so much. This is a weird poem cause it is kind of the creation myth of the universe featured in my novel Anunnaki: or the current ugliness.

Sun, February 23rd, 2020 3:58am

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