God of The Falling Hammer

And I saw him descending from the heavens in a roll of thunder, that forsaken god whose bloodshed paved the way upon which we have lain our foundation stones.

His countenance shone upon me with virtue like the fire of the gods and his footsteps shook the very foundations of the Earth.

Behold I saw his hammer that thirsts for all man’s blood, the hammer that shatters foundations and breaks apart the god that peddles his unity in the heavens.

He looks out upon the field of the world and seeks to hold every heart that will wield his power with hammer, sickle, sword, shield, gas, chain, poison, brick, and every other devastation man’s machinations may provide. Upon them he bestows his flag of every color and symbol that the others are not that they may stand opposed to the others. And if the others shall raise the flag of opposition to this great sign? All the better. For his way always prefers the path of the two over the four and the eight, but above all he despises the path of one. For the one would require that he be a part, and his place would be taken in the scabbard of greater oneness.

Therefore, let them play in their rivers of blood, these children of the hammer, that they may partake in some form of justice. But those who yet may see, be not deceived by the children of justice and revenge, for they shall one day be your pharisees and gatekeepers of the truth which they have not tasted. And through their rituals of deceit you shall strive for truth and taste their hammers.

His children shall gorge themselves on the blood of their enemies but shall feed themselves on the blood of innocents. For none please their desire for malevolence more than these, and they shall toy with them as a cat with its prey. And when they have drunk from their veins, the innocent shall become like them. I tell you also that it was the secret desire of the innocents to become monsters like them and children of the hammer. Then will their black scabs of revenge grow, and the blood shall be drained from their souls lest their hearts beat again and they behold their failures and weep.

And a great clamor will fill the air as their hammers fall on one another and the dull gong will ring out of their hollow bells. Behold, many of those souls that tarry among men will be taken away in their clamor. And those messiahs that have touched the guarded truth, that speak with their secret magic words, will lay out the way of the hammer becoming the sheathed sword – The highest wielding of violence in non-violence – and they will be struck down by the vengeful hammers lest man unravel their mysteries and know.

So the world will be found without the unifying one, and the god of the hammer will keep his image split asunder that man may not lay eyes on the great mystery of The Duality of the One and The Many. The children will wage their great wars on every field of battle and in every thought of the mind in blindness and the most Holy of virtues, Vengeance shall be their battle cry.

And then they shall go too far.

In the aftermath of their fervor they will catch a glimpse of their faces and will collapse in shame and hunger. Behold, their seed has already been spilt across the whole earth and there will be no escaping it. They will reach to the bottle, to the pills, to every numbing thing that will hide their face from them, and then to their unresponsive God. Then they will behold the masks they have been given and look upon them with pride. They will dress the asses up with their virtues and sing their Hymns and take their place as teachers and pharisees. They will lie down to sleep in the snow and forget their nightmare, that they may return to dreams never to awake. But they will remember the symbols of peace that were hidden and destroyed in their nightmare. They shall remember and interpret, but never discern.

Then shall that powerful and virtuous god return to his hiding that he may rest awhile and regain his strength that he may swing the next blow with even greater power. But other gods will descend on man, for they were not given their place in the image of unity but for the terror they cast in men’s hearts. They too shall have their day, and it shall be all the worse if man chooses to remain asleep to them. But unless man tastes of good and evil and makes his home in death and welcomes it into his soul, he will never go beyond and taste of life.