New Pantheon - Crionics

«A paradox… Natural development

And the desire to be a better life-form

Combined with the overpowering need

To feel feeble

To equal their own, imaginary gods

Before which they kneel every day with humility

With hope in their hearts that their blind devotion

Will be rewarded»

Mankind has longed to be abased for ages…

Burdened with a feeling of infeority

Is it faith and fear that give meaning to your lives?

Your power which at the same time is your curse?

Is being human governed by the will to be a puppet

And expecting the unexpected?

We therefore give you new gods

To nurture your sense of dependence

We give you the manna -- fear

Food for the hungry souls

For which you only find meaning

Whining and begging in prayer

We give you X’no-D'aah, the new pantheon

We watch as the new gods, created

To man’s likeness from flesh and blood

Send into oblivion those, whom until now

They bad served