THE CHASM OF HIS ‘LOVE’

Brian Nzomo.

From the day a youngling sprang from earth,
A burden of sin was heaped upon his feeble back,
Before the maiden leaves could hear the sun’s wrath
His seamless existence was tainted black…

On teak benches with innocent toddlers his age,
Eyes widen with horror at the words from the vicar’s lip
About a place of infinite torment of fires of unquenchable rage,
And gruesome torture for all who sin and slip…

“Fear It, oh children of our merciful god,
Fear I say, for the inferno that awaits us,
For god in his embellished throne, in his hand justice’s rod,
Pledges to cast the heathen therein, and those who don’t undo the curse …

Our loving god sends his son, upon a cross to die
Resurrect into glory for redemption to receive,
That those who may follow his word without knowing why,
Eternal fires they may nay see, eternity in paradise they may conceive…

“Be baptised with water my children, be baptised like Christ,
For our two proginetors sinned before the mighty one by munching fruit
And mankind infested with sin and evil, forever remained cursed,
Until upon mercies of the sky man, can he be cleansed off soot…

But should you turn away from the face of the immutable scripture,
Should thy heart be sick with lust, filth and unspeakable vice,
Then woe unto you on that day the lord named the Rapture,
Your doomed soul shall be tossed into a lake of fire, never to suffice…

Millions of heathens and blasphemous mortals,
Together with the ancient dragon, that foe of light,
Shall remember the sacred words in ancient epistles
That the sulphurous lake belongs those not upright

But the lord who ‘loves’ us reigns not in vestiges of fear
In his love, he created a place of unspeakable malevolence and sadism
An implausible pit of wild illusion for his sheep to endear
To his dictatorial vile word, that delusionals may forever fear this fiery chasm…