I Shall Kill God, a Life fanfic

Need input and advice, written hastely. I have posted too much recently, not taken the time to resubmit to get reviews. AgainI apologise to the idiocy that is fictionpress's formatting.

I Shall kill God.

Adam ate from the tree you, yourself planted,

Eve ate from the tree you, yourself planted.

Now your church is ruined and slanted.

With greedy mouths they devoured,

The fruit in your mouth soured.

They looked, and knew

And saw you.

And turned away.

Turned from that day till today.

I stare at you like the void,
You stare back.

We are gods that are greater then you in human flesh.

Rest in peace God, in peace rest.

You made the serpent a base creature,

Because he liberated us you gave him the snake’s feature.

From your sycophantic love

Your wrath that flies in symmetry with peaceful white dove.

Would you reward him?

If he preformed a lobotomy?

If he made us ignorant again,

Would you call the devil as friend?

Would you lift him up on four strong legs?

And made him an angel.

Dawkins is the new devil,

Darwin your churches will level,

Rot away.

Fall away.

Break the dawn of a wondrous new day.

My original sin is knowledge.

For this I will never repent.

I’ll kill you God.

My loving God.

Unholy sod.

I will not close my eyes,

Beat back the carrion flies,

And hands that grasp at my thighs

That seek to pull me down to earth.

These I shall trample with science in mirth.

Reverent radical zeal.

Does not make something real.

I shall kill you.

With an equation to the heart.

Test tube to the brain.

Razor blade to beat the Memes that drive us insane.

Suck out the life and breathe it in again.

To stamp on your chest with an empirical thought.

Blow your brains out with a reasoned thought.

All your faith has come to naught.

Humans exhale you like air.

May you drift upon the cosmic void of your creation fair.

Back over a carpet of years,

Traced back our desires and fears.

Old shamans chanting for rain.

Old priests magicks and by flame.

I put a face upon the elements.

The sky spoke to me.

The grassy fields spoke to me,

The arched and backed up horizon spoke to me.

Zarathustra was the name the sky was called.

Ignorance was bliss the almighty roared.

Or was your name Baal?

Or Ra?

Or Jupiter,

Or Merlin?

I dethroned my invisible king.

The elements I cannot control,

But with God with me they shall roll

Like thunder and crash down upon my enemies.

Only my enemies, I am God’s son.

Before me my enemies, before God they must run.

I’ll make nature be controlled by man,

God can be prayed to by man,

Nothing is not of man creation.

Yet God is not of man’s fabrication?

Ancestors bent double like apes.

Ancestors who were the apes.

Who formed a shapeless assortment of shapes.

Crawling over other dead apes.

Evolution that’s principle is the deaths of the weak,

If its justice you do seek,

Do not look to the nature.

Nature will raise up the strong.

The meek have not and will not inherit the earth, you are wrong.

Selfishness survives,

Strength thrives,

From the running gazelle in the forest trees.

To the hidden insect beneath the leaves.

They’d kill to live.

They only live to new life give.

We’ve climbed a tower of Babel so high we knock upon heaven’s door.

Tonight.

We’ve rode the storm of evolution and broke through heaven’s floor.

Tonight.

We will burn the gates of heaven to the ground.

The fight.

We will slice your head off without a sound.

The fight.

And replace you with a marble epitaph that reads:

God is dead.

He is unremeber-ed

Just like his dead creatures.

Who are now dead.

And unremember-ed

Shakespeare smiles.

Yawning crypt.

Fabric of belief is ripped.

Like a bizarre tapestry from the seams,

Christians stand on broken dreams.

An Absolute absolution.

From this Divine execution,

You may have forsaken me.

But with knowledge I have forsaken you.

We are the strong, the intelligent, the elite proud and few.

May when we meet be the last time you see.

As your mortal born creature becomes immortal and free.

I see your angels running in fear.

Gouge out your eyes with a logical spear.

And run that bayonet or shaft of Longinus into your heart.

Again, but this time you will break apart.

And your atoms shall intertwine, decompose with the winds

You shall fall from heaven shattering Saturn’s rings.

As you break from Space,

And fall upon the decaying face.

Of man.

Who consumes you.

And now you bleed just like mortals do,

And know you shall not revive,

Just as mortals do,

And look at me through those bloody bleeding eyes,

In terror.

Just as the murdered mortals do.

And cry,

And cry.

Sans sight God,

Sans mind God.

Sans everything God.

Suffer

Jut as mortals do.

Roll and rust.

I shall show you your God in a handful of dust.

That I scatter to wind.

I turned back the other day to speak to you.

But you were no there.

I did not stand, or stop, or stare.

I continued on.

Purpose is self defined.

A road built out in a straight line.

So that all may travel along its firm footings.

The road that I made with the help of others.

Plato, Eliot, Darwin, Dawkins, Hume, Newton my fellows and brothers.

We have victory.

The rest shall pass seamlessly into history.

A road that I will continue to make.

A road that will never end.

A sun hammered path to human paradise.

The path will to Ash and Soot your God rend.

But to us, it will to our godheads send.