and the season, month, year, century and millennium
in memory of the
One Great and Unending Holocaust
rapidly approaches
not on the crimes
of a deaf and blind G-d
who has allowed it to go on…
on what each of us
لم يفعل
لإنهائه.
if we are all together,
and the very universe itself
nothing but another experiment in life
in some petri dish of nightmares
only to make you feel small
in the mind of the Divine
at least for one moment
which is only the duration
of our individual lives…
leave that Creator’s very being
for all time and forever
in terror…
معرفة
because we left It so
in not giving a fuck
about the least of Hers/His/Its/Theirs
attributes of beauty
of mercy or compassion.
in becoming greater
than any such G-d we left
in comparison to us
a cripple
by having more love
for each and every one of us
than It/They/He/She
had for all of us…
for any fucking messiah to save us
when each of us
can be an army of one Messiah
among a legion
of Messiahs and Messiahesses
even if there is any G-d of ALL Love
I know for a motherfucking fact
بأن
is what the Cocksucker
is hoping we will do and…
more than any G-d…could fathom.
and finally seeing God…fucking weeping
and being inconsolable for a change…
that the finest French kisser
who ever touched His/Her/Theirs/Its lips while I was alive