God loved, God died

I pull from within Ur-Babylon

The innumerable grains of grief

And fashion myself a great desert

Wherein I’ll erect my pyramid!

I shall rise, rise and pierce God’s eye!

For he is Mister-Supreme no more!

Watch me unbind my heart and spill

The blood of centuries into the great

Vases of Heaven, the ten Sephiroth!

And I now am God, and God thus does

Cry; my tears become oceans, my scorn

The brimstone of the Pit, Hell’s pillars!

Lo! The great pyramid of He-Who-Loved

Stands as Babel stood, as Sinai stood and

Stands, as Man stands and shall stand, alone.

My love pulls me down, fetters me to Earth;

The Earth, where my heart cracked itself open

To receive the holy gift of divine flame, love.

But, oh; travesty! Love coarsened my heart!

From a pearl to a pebble to a rock to a fragment

To a grain to a speck to nothingness... yes.

Nothingness I’ve become, and that is why

I am truly at God and in God and with God.

For he loved. Upon the cross. He loved.

Bleeding. He loved. Crying. He loved.

Oh, Jesus! I am mere man, a weak sinner;

Though God, though all - I am man still.

I cannot answer hate with love, Holy!

Thus, I die, in my great pyramid of sorrow.

For to die is better than to hate the innocent.