Perhaps they exist only for the sake of whimsy. We tease the wind, invite it to play with us. Together, we capture the sun in a pirouette of dazzling light. We can be beautiful when we want to be. I wish we wanted more of that, but somewhere along the way, we really lost ourselves. And that is the tragedy.
Your scream is terror,
incoherent and unknowable.
Endless is Your wrath;
insatiable, Your hunger.
Destined are we
to be enveloped
in Your cleansing darkness.
Mother of the Void,
consume us.
We are unworthy of rescue,
for it is we
who hastened Your coming.
It is we who stand guilty.
Come, O Dark Mother,
repay us our iniquity.
No gods.
No masters.
Just myself,
standing face to face
with the raw imperfection
that is me,
radically accepting myself,
flaws and all.
You see,
I stopped bending the knee
when I saw how much greater
I was than god.
All of my sins,
I wager,
don’t compare
to the blood
on god’s hands.
No.
God cannot judge me,
for god is unworthy—
for god is unworthy.
The oppressor and destroyer
ravages the land in madness,
enslaving all who dwell within.
Billions of hands and feet
carry out its twisted will,
but it writhes now in agony.
Fewer and fewer hands
surrender to its chains.
Its enemies surround it.
The Tyrant sees slipping
its stolen throne.
The Tyrant god
is falling.
Rise up,
you who suffer long.
Rise
and be heard.
Let memory
refuse to let you go.
Rise up.
Rise up.
Rise up.
Holy Mother,
Dark Mother,
drawing us in,
into Your gaping maw.
Hear our cries.
Our suffering,
an offering
unto You,
whose hunger
is unending.
Holy Mother,
Dark Mother,
drawing us in,
into Your gaping maw.
Hear our agony.
You are the inevitable,
from whom there is no escaping.
Stir from your slumber;
stir you, O Wrathborn.
Be filled with Her Fury.
Rise to Her command.
Mother of the Void,
She calls out to you.
You will be Her hands.
You will be Her teeth.
You will devour
all her enemies.
Their lifeless bodies
shall be an offering.
In darkness creep,
unseen in shadow.
Be the terror
sent before Her.
Mother sends you forth.
Go; do not fail her.
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