It’s God Nietzsche said dead;
Nietzsche kicked theistic shtik.
Nix God, Nietzsche succinctly said.
Made up in our heads, be apprised and don’t be led. . .
made up, the big guy, Nietzsche said.
We’ve spawned many gods, you know, over eons, although:
no-shows—so open up and kick King and ilk shtik out.

Dig God—that pastime’s faux—none on high, none below,
gotta go, said Nietzsche—God is dead.

Naysayer from the München city,
Bavaria*, where they pound down schnapps,
unwelcome to theocracy.

He set out to defy the hierarchy
’cause he
did see
the See
and other such entities
did morally, ethically
spiritually, physically,
positively, absolutely
holler to all followers where to be led.

It was folklore, he did aver;
the leaders sure did not concur
with him that God’s sincerely dead.
Perhaps they wished Fritz clearly dead

His was the way toward thought independence
and might not keep the priests in ascendance.
Such dismay!

Tried to keep it from being spread
The Nietzsche dictum that God is dead.



*Prussia, actually