Do we know what are we barking off
when we spitting highly pronounce
the Nietzsche’s dictum “Gott ist tot” ?
We just don’t know where is that dog:
It is definitely a most unreached dot.
We just don’t know what shit we’ve got!
But our guts are full of conceited plots
which talks a lot about our lot,
but doesn’t add a tinny dot to Nietzsche’s
dictum that Gott is surely tot.
What is that oddity mostly odd
that we have chosen to call just God?
Which crazy dog?
The one barking in the dot!
The infinite Absentia that we have togged
with bonnie cloth to wrap the fraud
The Gott which ist so tot
is nothing but a joke,
a floating dot in our plot,
which is the story that flows a lot
about the plenteous brood
of a very sterile dog.
Is Nietzsche’s Gott really tot?
Ask the rotten dog!
Manuel Gerardo Monasterio
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