Godly Disposition
Copyright © 2006 by Reveroph
Out of everything that could have happened, why did such a terrible fate have to fall upon the compounds of the mind of God? The renders of hell look up at the mighty obelisk, as if the crashing fist might come down upon the books of nature, ripping out the pages whilst little children stand gawkingly to the side.
Flora on the ground, fauna in air, which scene could give the lighting hope that only the one can give? Shattering immortals rain down upon us, giving us tears to cry with, their bones becoming the tools we need to unlock the worlds that are our minds.
These minions that besiege me can never let go, for the disobedience should cost them their lives. I struggle, only too much, and give myself three hours.
The one that might be the key to end all this inconvenience asks a question that might never be heard. A theory; that might appreciate the world beyond meaning, beyond reason.
As the horrifying story unfolds, the yearly complaints are finally beginning to be answered. Havoc beyond forgiveness, entitled to the one thing that he might be able to use to his advantage. As the skies part and the rivers shred into pieces, Achilles loses his will to fight. The creator sits as his bench, carving, carving into the wood that might be the masterpiece it was once meant to be.
I hate this world, for it makes no sense, and yet, how can any world make more sense than this one? The scent of debris in the air almost constant, the cursing settlers making their ways home, the crashing fierceness of Artemis burns the sky down.
As I paint this all on one canvas, I feel that I might not be able to continue for lack of space. Must I start over again? Must I feel the pain all over again in order to make this masterpiece I have always willed to create? In my heart I know that such a thing is useless to say, I know, but as this charcoal writes across the paper of life, each name is written, mine should be one that would paused upon, so that every living soul can understand what the meaning, the truth is behind this caricature.
Once upon a time I had something to believe in, but these gods fell through, and now this is why I write such madness, such awkwardness in this new world that has been created. Please forgive the artist, please forgive the crafter, and please forgive the writer, for they all wish to explain what I wish to explain. God never existed.
