New Pantheon کے بول

"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