THE PLASTIC GOD
Business is booming, isn’t it? Fellow conveyor of the word. How smart of you to know the time difference between the heavens and earth. Well, out of some hypothetical scientific theories, I just discovered too. So for so long, the ratio of time difference has been 1:365, thus a day in the heavens is absolutely a year on earth. That’s why you never stop benefiting from your benefits, because the man up there has been too busy trying to synchronize the time. You were smart to know that the Supreme Being has vowed not to send his direct pay check after each crime is committed. Congratulations, you deceptive envoy.
Out of frailty, thousands of them gather at your illusionary assumed consecrate grounds to send laud telegram to the most high. Countless tears drop from the cheeks of women and children because of the fear and the shrouded future they see. They come to you in their numbers thinking of a reliable conduit to the maker. But it seems you see nothing but revenue boost and a new branch opening of world market .You see a juicy swan of bees ready to produce the purest honey on a commercial scale. You strangle the weak, you choke the poor, you seize the clock in their brains and squeeze sweet nectar from their fragile bodies. Hope I didn’t smell an ungrateful ingrate.
Didn’t the loud voices that strike the bone, and travel down the bone marrow at a cold silent rainy dawn by your comrades, as they bow to acknowledge the ‘Ahlahuahkbahr’, raise an alarm to stop your nefarious activities? Your busy neighboring worshipers do not look down on you but you always curse them with name of evil, not knowing you were as barbaric as the evil wind that travels at night in the rainforest to strike hunger. They concentrate on what they think can save them, yet they have no peace as you trample on them considering your ways the only true path. Others give up and decide to go by the code of common sense and what they receive from you is they are of no value. Nothing of the other pleases you glorious sardonic mamba.
Now offer me a dialogue as I elevate questions in your own domain that you do not have answers to, but pretend you know all in the name of obscurantism. Are you sure you know about the book or you just perpetuating what you came to meet? Would you have gotten the effrontery to switch identity if you were born in the other? Are the pages of your book complete? Has the book been edited one way or the other considering where it emanated from? How true is the truth? What will be your stand if we put ‘believe’ out of the question? Who compiled the book? Who was the first person to bring the book? Has there been a change in time? Please enlighten me.
Did I just hear a layman say ‘the thunder that will fire you is doing warm up'? Interesting! Well if I did, then it’s a bit of a word.
Anyway, the more you see the supreme being as a product from an organic polymer in a mall, the more you have to cover your Achilles heals with steel. Because, it’s so relaxing in the graphical user interface but convoluted at the back end.