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Red Giant

by Ryan Nardi

How can I behave as men who make the soil rust
with hordes of sheep looking at me?
I am no priest. I am the Antichrist.
I don’t believe your Lord’s mercy has ever been.

The time will come when all is dust and all will fall apart high
in the heaven you feign.
And time will cease long after all you are is flung far and wide
in Nirvana to freeze.

After the Sun betrays us, swallows the sky, approaching Nothingness.

Your god is a cheat, a wizard, a dream, a cacophony, a disturbance
that embraces with chains.
Gone from the scene, where can he be? See he has sacrificed nothing.
And we die every day.

All--all that gleams and burns will fall away
after the Sun betrays us.
Your sacrifice is all you want and waste.
A puff of mind, unbecoming of our kind--
Seek no more what fear and pain has made.

The pontiff’s pontifications say nothing of termination.
Misleading us, keeping us children lulled into bleak hibernation fuck.
Dead-alive in the deceit of salvation. Born again into annihilation.
Atrophied in this insane asylum. Rapturous rape suffocation.

Can you see the undoing of life?
Will the panic light your boiling eyes?

01/09/2013

Author's Note: A refutation of the idea of heaven or a loving, personal god, and consequently a realization of the scientifically grounded terminus of our solar system when our Sun inevitably becomes a red giant and devours our planet before exploding into a supernova.

Posted on 01/09/2013
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