This Time With Fire [Poem]

This Time With Fire [Poem]

“O Man, what have you done to my beautiful world? 
This blue pearl in My Endless Abode, 
That I lent to you as your home - 
Did I not craft it lovingly, as I craft your children in wombs? 
Truly, this very world’s was once rich in the splendor of purity.

In this atmosphere there once never lingered
Greed, and hate, and sadness - 
Do you remember breathing in that Edenic Air? 
But now the darkness in your hearts
Envelops it all like a noxious smog. 


Once you at least turned this home into a theatre,
To entertain Us with your wars and adventures,
And  because of this we loved you,
And came down to you disguised as men, 
To teach and to entertain you in turn. 


But now.. 
My divine hosts are offended 
By the Stink of your souls, 
And no incense can mask it. 
My Star-Children
hear you scuttling 
in this Artifice, 
this labyrinth, 
of steel and plastic 
That You have built on my blue planet. 
The cacophony of untold millions of rat-like men, 
Squealing as they meekly fight each other
For ephemeral scraps of money and sex,
Is agonizing to their ears. 


Shall I, who alone am 
Power and Beauty
Prolong the suffering of these innocents?  
Nay; for am I not Just? 
Shall I
Let your world of ugliness stain
My Eternal Garden of Moons and Stars? 


But as I am also True to my Oaths, 
Do not look to the tides for your coming destruction. 
“Never again with water” - I made a promise. 
But you will only wish that we would break it.
“Never again with water!” Indeed! 


When you first see it, 
Know this, o mortal:
It is not unlike the light of heaven,
And those who are alive with love and purity
In their hearts will mistake it for such
In their blessed naivete. 


Watch this light you see on the horizon - 
Do you not feel the heat rising as it
Comes closer to its destination:
The doomed hives of the rat-men?

From it emerges a cleansing wave,
To destroy you 
as once before, 
Though this is a wave of a different kind - 
Watch it spread hungrily across the land, 
Quicker and quicker - 
The smell of burning rat-men
pleases my star-children!
We laugh!
To think - you proud moderns, 
So sure of your grandiosity,
Will never even be remembered! 
A comedy fit for the gods!
Clouds bearing Fire Rain,
To cleanse the world
Of these rat-men and their money-lords! 

And as the smoke clears, 
And you emerge from your caves once more.. 
You will remember what you have forgotten - 
That you are but animals who behold Our stars, 
The playthings of We Great and Terrible Powers, 

You affectionately call Gods. 

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