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November 27, 2013

The End of Days has come
and Apocalypse is upon us.

God is descending upon the Earth,
to pass judgement on humanity.

But He lands awkwardly
and now lies
mortally wounded
on the ground.

All of mankind,
the dead from years past,
the living
and the unborn from years to come
encircle Him,
staring in silence.

The dead ponder
what the Afterworld would become
without God’s presence;
the living consider
how lives will change
with the Divine Being gone;
the unborn wonder
what it would be like
to be brought into a world
devoid of its Creator.
Believers and non-believers
feel exactly the same way
for precisely the opposite reasons:
The faithful are horrified
that God is dying
but are gratified  
that their faith has not been in vain,
while atheists are horrified
that the Almighty does exist,
but are gratified He is dying.

And so God,
The King of Kings,
the Absolute Being
lies prostrate
at humanity’s feet,
fatally injured by the fall.

Yesterday it was God
looking at us from up above,
judging and deciding our fates.
Now the perspective has changed
and we are looking down at Him,
pondering if we should extend
a helping hand,
if it is our duty
to try to save the life
of the fallen, dying God?  

Or should we pretend
we don’t see Him,
the way He ignored mankind
in its hours of peril
and took no notice
when we pleaded to Him
in our most fervent,
most desperate prayers.
And then a dead child
emerges out of the
runs up to God
and, with no trace of hesitation,
finishes Him off
with a shot to the head.


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  1. Ha ha, love it!

    The sweeping, epic context; the dichotomisations of believer and atheist, “good” and “evil”, theism and selfism; the impossible questions; the bathetic conclusion. I could sit and think about this poem for hours and hours. Very well done in-DEED.

    Btw, the dead child:

    Revolver? Or shot gun?

    • I’d like to tell you more about this poem Slayer and respond to your comment, but I prefer to do it by private message. Does Word Press have an email system? Or is there an email I can write to?

      • Email addresses usually appear in notifications that you receive in your standard email inbox. Go to any email you have entitled “New comment waiting approval on Boris’ Corner” and you should see the commenter’s email address towards the bottom of that.

        If that doesn’t work, let me know, and I’ll copy it here.

      • Listening to “The Secret History of the World” in the car. Heard this, extracts from the sermons of Meister Eckhart, on the way home from work tonight.

        I pray to God to rid me of God.
        If I myself were not, God would not be either.
        If I were not, God would not be God.
        God is within, we are without.
        The eye through which I see God and the eye through which God sees me is the same eye.
        He is He because He is not He. This cannot be understood by the outer man, only the inner man.
        Find the one desire behind all desires.
        God is at home. It is we who have gone out for a walk.
        Through nothing I become what I am.
        Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.

  2. Love your stuff!

    • thank you Doug! I wrote this poem for the 2012 Apocalypse, which unfortunately never came!

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