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01-20-2012 05:30 PM |
Gott ist tot
If I were to offend you, would you take it personally?
In your place, I wouldn’t but you are all, so sensitive…God forbid, one might inflict any sort of pain upon yourselves…Pathetic…a bunch of pathetic individuals always whining and bitching…You annoy me
On his pale horse, the Angel of Death is smoking a cigarette. He's bored and yawns nonchalantly. Barely born, he waits to die...but not before he witness them.
And so begins...
The child has died and now the father weeps...Air left his lungs, little streams of sweat trickle down along the temples, mixing with resilient tears.
He's been defeated
The mother plays with the skirt's selvedge while laying down on the front porch stairs...She hums the chorus from a dirge and oddly feels relieved.
The burden has been lifted
The child has died and so these poorly copies of Adam and Eve have died as well. The hands are shaking, the breaths are shallow, the shadows are staggering.
A scoff is heard.
Autumn wind flashes by, picking-up scattered words, unspoken thoughts, whispered dieing wishes. It's swift and lashes hard on the pale, sickened skin of the two.
Footsteps are crushing dried leaves under their weight.
If there is a God, than He's a sick SOB and don't give me than Job crap waiting for Divine Providence, enduring the Sadist's little tests of faith. The father scratches the back of the palm 'till it draws blood.
The question that now raises is this: What do you prefer? A merciless, cruel god, mocking each and every futile attempt for penance or a lack of deity, a savage hollowness, an utterly engulfing void? Tough choice, particularly if you're not into all that predicament bondage and co.
Anathema sit! - the Angel cries halfheartedly, mocking them. I want my child back, I beg of you bring my kid back. Than the man crumples to the ground and after a while forces himself to kneel.
A heavy pant can be sensed
The woman starts laughing hysterically. After the sound damps, a couple gagged hiccups break the eerie silence once more.
She must've choked on the salty liquid.
Until now, nothing that's been said or thought or in any other way, expressed - has been original, it's been already said and thought before. Pain pours and thrusts in the same way for all of living beings, no mortal is more special than the other. The child has died and so have the ones surrounding him.
The horseman dismounts and as it starts to approach the two, begins to disperse until nothing remains. The father's face is turned to watch the mother.
She is no longer there.
Not being able to protect the only decent thing to do is to abandon.
Circles. Instinct. Intellect. Anima.
Wilding his left hand into a fist, he plunges the fingernails into the soft palm. He gets up, straightens his clothes and gets in the house, leaving the door opened. He goes to the study room, opens a drawer from the desk, sits down and waits...
In the garden, a deafening noise is heard from the inside, followed soon, by a thud. The ravens start flying, cursing and chanting.
The wheel stops spinning.
I was pretty zealous with the footnotes...Yadda-yadda o_O
Optional:
*Gott ist tot - God is dead; "God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.[...]But when Zarathustra was alone he spoke thus to his heart: 'Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard anything of this, that God is dead!' ("Thus Spoke Zarathustra", Friedrich Nietzsche)
*pale horse - "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."(Revelation 6:8)
*Job - Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy(James 5:11); I know that my Redeemer lives" (Job 19:25)
*Anathema sit - Be banished.
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