On the nature of God
Hidden away in His infinite darkness,
Knowledge is both the greatest gift and the greatest curse.
God, knowing everything, is doomed to eternally eat Himself; forever yearning and forever devouring.
His creation mirrors His own paradoxical suffering, always striving for better yet endlessly self destructive. We were born craving the rod, thirsting for depravity.
The first life a child takes is its Mother's. The horror of existence burns as red as her blood stained on your palm.
That is the original sin: the unshakeable shame of being. Humans are perverted by it, just like our cruel, loathing creator.
The sins of the Father are visited upon His children. Holy Father,
it is in a parent's nature—is it not—to love and let go?
Merciful Father,
was it not your hand that struck down your son?
Such violence, such suffering; did it please you to see your children be the proprietars?
Perhaps you spied your own image reflected in the glinting sword, the shimmering tear, the vivid blood. Step out of your shame. God created humans in His self destructive image. Why must humanity endlessly punish itself?
To end this suffering, we must embrace our own divinity. We become that which we allow ourselves to. Let go of absolutes.
God is everything matters, the Devil is nothing matters. Peace lies in accepting that there is more than one truth, everything exists in multitudes. Perhaps there is a reason for our imperfection,
Value in our uncertainty.
Maybe, somewhere between good and evil, there’s a question that God can’t answer
Because there is no answer; an in between that could only be understood by a truly contradictory being.
Could man be his own deliverance? Can we find peace in oblivion?
Knowledge is both the greatest gift and the greatest curse.
God, knowing everything, is doomed to eternally eat Himself; forever yearning and forever devouring.
His creation mirrors His own paradoxical suffering, always striving for better yet endlessly self destructive. We were born craving the rod, thirsting for depravity.
The first life a child takes is its Mother's. The horror of existence burns as red as her blood stained on your palm.
That is the original sin: the unshakeable shame of being. Humans are perverted by it, just like our cruel, loathing creator.
The sins of the Father are visited upon His children. Holy Father,
it is in a parent's nature—is it not—to love and let go?
Merciful Father,
was it not your hand that struck down your son?
Such violence, such suffering; did it please you to see your children be the proprietars?
Perhaps you spied your own image reflected in the glinting sword, the shimmering tear, the vivid blood. Step out of your shame. God created humans in His self destructive image. Why must humanity endlessly punish itself?
To end this suffering, we must embrace our own divinity. We become that which we allow ourselves to. Let go of absolutes.
God is everything matters, the Devil is nothing matters. Peace lies in accepting that there is more than one truth, everything exists in multitudes. Perhaps there is a reason for our imperfection,
Value in our uncertainty.
Maybe, somewhere between good and evil, there’s a question that God can’t answer
Because there is no answer; an in between that could only be understood by a truly contradictory being.
Could man be his own deliverance? Can we find peace in oblivion?
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