Sophist of Gods

Allow me to tell you of a group of lunatics, disciples of deception.
They were thieves who lived off debate, gambling with a single gold coin,
And were eager to see who would cower away first.
It's known to the mankind that Aquila reigns over the sky, while Phagousa rules the seas.
But they argued that the falling raindrops were the scattered scale powder of butterflies.
Is sleep a gentle caress from the death, or the whisper of the night?
But they dared claim it was the gift of Zagreus.
Blasphemous! How could they have named Kephale the Father of the Earth?
They lobbied the city-states to smash the statues of butterflies, reshaping them into spiders.
The sages were left speechless before these unreasonable scoundrels, their faces flushed with indignation, shouting and protesting in vain.
The gods and their authority were reduced to mere props in their ridiculous performance.