Soli Deo Gloria VII

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…etiam si divinum degenerat.

I searched for God within myself.
Found only worms.

Do you know what’s most sacred about us?
Our capacity for cruelty.
No animal tortures out of boredom.
No angel murders on principle.
Only us. The crown of creation.

I prayed for salvation.
Got metastases.
I begged for love.
Got electrodes on my g[—]s.
I screamed for justice.
The answer? Child p[—]y on priests’ hard drives.

Goodness?
An evolutionary malfunction.
Nature’s error, correcting itself.
With every genocide. Every r[—]e. Every ignored scream.

Etiam si divinum degenerat…
NO.
The divine hasn’t degenerated.
WE HAVE.
And we created God in our image:
Jealous. Vengeful. Indifferent.

I was once a child.
Believed in miracles.
Then I learned the only miracles are those
we stage ourselves.
With napalm. With scalpels. With holy books.

The only thing that separates us from animals?
We can watch ourselves dying.
And applaud while doing it.

Soli Deo gloria…
But God is dead.
And we didn’t kill him.
He strangled himself.
On his own creation.

~Excerpt from The Gospel of Ash (Theophanes IX, 2384 A.D.)