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Tired of opening my eyes again to a paradise of grey mist and blind

consciousness, tired of trudging along the steep track of earthly voyage and of

staggering like a drunkard through life’s dark catacombs, I slowly raised my

morose eyes towards the concave firmament, and dared penetrate the mysteries of

heaven.

Not finding what I sought I raised my dismayed gaze higher, until I caught

sight of a throne fashioned of human excrement and gold upon which,

with starving pride, body swathed in a shroud made of befouled hospital sheets,

sat he who calls himself the creator.

He held in his hand a corpse’s decaying torso and bore it in turn from eyes to

nose, from nose to mouth, which he began to devour in most terrible ways.

His feet were immersed in a vast pool of boiling blood, to whose surface two or

three cautious heads would suddenly rise like tapeworms from a full chamberpot,

and immediately slip back again quick as arrows; a well-applied hit on the

forehead was the familiar reward for breach of rules, caused by the need to

breathe in another element — for after all, these men would still breathe air.

They swam between two waters in a loathsome liquid, giving their best not to

drown.

And then the creator, having nothing left in his grasp, would with the first

two claws of his foot seize another victim by the neck as in a vice,

and raise him from the reddish substance into the air, there to be dealt with

like the others. First of all he would devour head, legs, and arms,

and lastly the trunk, until nothing was left.

And so on and throughout the other hours of his eternity. Sometimes he would

exclaim: «I have created you, so I have the right to do with you what I will.

You have done nothing against me, that I do not deny. And for my pleasure,

I make you suffer.»

The Almighty appeared before me adorned with his instruments of torture,

in all the glorious aureole of his horror; I turned away my eyes and looked at

the horizon…

he is all

Verbum Dei manet in æternum

he is of fire

in ignem aeternum

for him we will fall

Nihil contemnit esuriens

for our fragile desire

Nutrimentum spiritus

he is creation

Omne trinum perfectum

he is our will to live

Quia pulvis es

he is annihilation

Corpus vile

for him, our lives we give

et in pulverem reverteris

he is the golden mountain

Mons Sinai

the light in our hearts

A Deo lux nostra

he is the holy fountain

Aquis submersus

the sword that ever parts

Contraria contrariis

he is salvation

O fallacem hominum spem

into his hands, I commend thee

In manus tuas

he is envenomation

Sola fide

my destination to be free

Deo parere libertas est

into his hands, I commend my spirit

my love for him

Omnia ad Dei gloriam

into his hands, I commend my spirit

for he has redeemed me

my love for him

Omnia ad Dei gloriam

into my hands I commend his spirit

his love for me

Deus est mortuus

into my hands, I commed his spirit

for I have redeemed him

his love for me

Deus est mortuus

Omnia ad Dei gloriam

Credo, quia absurdum

Coincidentia oppositorum

Altum silentium

worship what you’ve burned,

burn what you’ve worshipped

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