Et Homo Factus Est (And was made man)

[Modem Butterfly]

and was made man...
You God, chose to become a man
to pay the earth a small social call.
I tell you, sir, you never were a man at all.
Why? You had the choice when to live, when to die.
And then a plaster god like you
has the gall to tell me what to do
to become a man....
But when I go, will I become a god again?


Give me a choice!
I never had a choice!
Or I would have been a simple tree,
a barnacle in a silent sea;
anything but what I must be
a man; a man; a man!

You knew what you had to do;
you knew why you had to die:
you chose to die and then revive again.
you chose, you rose, alive again.
But I don't know why I should live
if only to die.