chthonic tonic

I did not see a man hag
     then rise like Osiris
     nor some devil bite at unjust bait

and not a man sans hades himself
     bore witness 
     to purgation's broken gate

now we moderns 
     bereft of proof 
          but full of pudding
     left aloft 
          on dogmatic footing

terry for science 
     and tenuous morals
dead in spirit 
     yet singing choral

praise all understanding 
     this unchained mind
never under 
     un-liberal bind

instead to the self
     the name of a corpse
and further from god
     possessed and warpt 

a story of man 
     have I heard
     of face to king
but peasants offend 
    and sense the sting

pagan to Christ
     the immeasurable gap
left shuldners
     all-heavy
          with Satan's tap