I Forsake My Forefather's Gods

I forsake you Dagda
you are no longer my father,
my god.

I forsake you Donn
you lost your power, your sting,
I am not afraid of your druids,
nor of death.

Get behind me Oenghus,
I no longer love you.

Oghma, I burn down your
writings,
may you be forgotten.
I forsake you Lug
you are no light
to the world,
you are darkness
and so shall I bury your altars
and shrines, my you live in darkness.

Nuadu, you are no longer
my god, my king
you lost your crown,
I now serve and worshipped a new God-King.

Dian Cecht, I strike down your
idols, heal thyself if you truly are
a god but I know you're not.

Boibhniu,, may you dine and feast
in hell, where you belong.
Take your arts and your crafts
and don't come back.

Manannan, what good are you?
So called god of the sea
you can't even protect Brittania
from the Romans.

I forsaken you Danu
you are no longer my mother
my goddess.

To Brigid I write this poem
this curse to you
may your poetry craft and art
be forgotten.

Scathach go back return
to the darkness where you
came from