Cimmerian - Religion 4 sale ft NeXus

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posted on Keystyles.com 2001

A concept from the mind of Nick Fury:
*Barker in the bazaar speaks...*
"We have many choices available to-day...please see what you can, and make your purchase..."

*Most Wanted*
Mythology

Roman Mythology, various beliefs, rituals, and other observ-ances/ A
religion with great Ad-vances that lead to noble Circum-stances/ Rituals were
clearly disting-uished/ For the gods people were left Relinq-uished/ Rome
Vanq-uished, by its king Numa Pompili-us/ He Started Reli-gious, Festivals in
which the number of people in-creased/ New religion, people started
worshipping the de-ceased/ Different Be-liefs, in how many Gods there were/
Fellow Romans left Obsc-ured, Ones who quit Believing were later known as
Mar-tyr/ They were Mur-dered, or Sacrificed/ Snatched from bedrooms and
'Burned' alive during the night/ Supposedly someone Relent-less spoke against
this religion, His Accom-plice got scared and left Indigent-ly/

::::::"Such divinities may be grouped under the general term of attendant, or
auxiliary, gods, who were invoked along with the greater deities"::::::

To be apart of the reli-gion, no one would be left Indi-gent/ Its evi-dent,
you'd be left afflu-ent even your Next Of Kin/ The Gods would lead you to
Perfect-ion/ And would never leave you aban-doned/ Great expectat-ion-s,
brought by the new 'king' , Soon to be/ Thorough-ly, Logical-ly, Sensib-ly
never to be Ancient His-tory/ Tangi-ble facts left Substan-tial/ Barely
credi-ble due to the Man Han-dle(the gods) of these Van-dals(humans)/

"Mebbe not your taste, huh? How about this..."

*Cimmerian*
Bhuddism

Life is suffering, recognition of the pain in existence,
Hearing rain in the distance, I sustain to be different,
No cravings or attachment, It’s logic, equate the math,
My fate’s from barren ash, walking across the 8 fold path,
Consisting of right view, speech, contemplation, and mindedness,
Intervention, livelihood, effort, action, for Enlightenment,
The pen is writing it, but for me, It’s all my own honor,
As I burn my karma into the final state of parinirvana,
I stay in the sauna, to sweat out life’s excess baggage,
I bless the saddest, no longer a need to flex the assets,
Rebirth enactment, from human, to Gods, to denizen of hell,
With the pen in the well, I break from the sins of this shell,
I sense in the smell, Change, It’s time I live ascetic,
Expect less, You're speechless, reality check, who needs it?
Believe it,will soon all make sense, teachings of Siddhartha,
As we assemble the uposatha, wearing the robes of the sangha,
The Theravada, guides me, through the sutras and the dharmas,
Book of Milindapanha, authority of the Myanmar authors,
Just thoughts to offer, codes and rituals for self-less individuals,
Complex cosmology of the cynical, located in the spiritual,
We all are now identical, maybe it’s just a sign of the times,
But deeper I find, It’s more of a kind of self-consciousness in the mind.

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*Nick Fury the NeXuS*
Shamanism

Not limited to any single cultural group, shaman soliloquies dance through the cosmos it's
Through resurgance of natural energies, elements, animal spirits run their osmosis
Laden travels through timelines upon a culture collaged terrain
Prophesized by dead warriors who defending their entourage were slain
Ancient wisdom passed through parables comparable to that of African heritage
From chants to enhance war tactics to those to help you avoid perilous
Positioned, prolific gifts given to The People by our natural mother
To the sky that caresses the earth in an embrace as sensuous as any lovers
Or blade piercing the heart...we dine on "buffalo courage (think about it)" burning our "chips"
In a fashion that allows our hearts to be crafted with compassion, yearning for trips
Within ephemeral realms, soul in control aboard the helm
Of a canoe, sonic wake of awakening's like derigidoos
Origi-"new" religions consider this blasphemy, yet they speak in a ***aphony
Of inner agony backed by tragedy viewed as catastrophes
Of "bibllical" porportions...remember, they're just stories
Yet if I were to speak with mine I'm insane, you choose to ignore me
Deplore me to stop "raven"...ranting as I pantomine panting
From wolves smelling fresh blood upon astral planes, slanting
My perceptions, wander through the outworld with insight perfected
Through many hours of conceptual zealot like once projected
Patterns of life...live as long as allowed, till life is perused
To the fullest...extent explained, now I must ask you to choose
What you prefer...

"Okay...that's it...we're closed."