FIREBRAND

This is kind of a dark tale about God. What if God became something else? Some one else. Not our protector. But our destroyer one day for all the sins mankind has done?

FIREBRAND

           

I sat quiet plastered to the window glass,

The same that looks over everything that is going on out there.

 

 

The black clouds role in and the stratosphere press in harder;

The sky became a negative film,

Which showed me flashes of my annihilated realm.

 

Winter is here, and the green has given into the unholy barren,

I stood a wrecked spectator,

Bearing witness as the clamorous hunger slowly engulfed my children.

 

I'm a decrepit father, an implacable mother,

a most pernicious ruler.

And I stood an effete spectator,

Bearing testimony to the damning hazard.

 

I see a disrobed girl having bereaved her innocence;

And I see insolent people taking that up to a conference.

She curls up in her nothingness and just prays to disappear.

I watch as her mauled lips moves in inaudible prayers.

I watch as she drowns herself in the eternity of mire.

 

Unabashed I watch; I watch and I never really do anything;

Anything that could help makes her pain go away faster.

I am that absolute spectator who makes His Grandiose entrance-

-       at the beginning of the Genesis.

  

I never really do anything than making people suffer,

My wrath is the only thing that I prefer to incur.

The Divine Grace is a long forgotten tale; a myth that must be kept buried in a place- 

- A place so deep from where it can never resurface.

 

 

I am the denizen of the Dark Tower,

All I crave for is unadulterated power.

 

 

As I look out again, and determine the havoc I have caused,

A sinister bliss descends in on my chest, and then I just couldn't have paused.

A creak of lightening from amidst the obsidian clouds rumble,

And a murky smirk creeps in on me as I watch the Universe crumble...

 

 

©ANNIE MAJUMDER

Author's Note

This is a pure work of fiction. I have nothing against God.