I knew from the moment I darkened the doorway I found my purpose for being.
For God or the devil who can say? But my vision went red and I was all-seeing.
The churches will shatter at the foundations and the temples will fall.
I will be there to watch the masses flee in terror, reveling in it all.
They will devour each other from within severing communion with a tiny nudge.
Bickering and fighting over the most absurd until they’re neck deep in sludge.
When they realize it will be too late and they will wriggle like worms to death.
All while Hell comes up to swallow them with its putrid burning breath.
The “chosen” will look up to me as they drown in lies questioning why.
Who am I? And why did I come all this way just to watch them all die?
Because I no longer need your sacraments and rituals of life.
My apotheosis is come gleaming in night at the edge of a knife.
-CL Fuqua
