Definitions

The Fanatics

The faithful,

      the True Believers,

             the Chosen Few,

                  people who are so bent on hatred

                         they’d make a Faustian deal with God Himself,

                             (which only goes to show that God is what we make of Him,

                                  more a slave than a master,

                                     more a slave than anything else in the world,

                                           a projection of our inner nature,

                                                                                 idealized,

                                                                                     demonized,

                                                                                         and, at once,

                                                                                                  controlled

                                                                                                     and out of control.)

God

 God is Darkness.

   The likeness of such Darkness is that of intergalactic voids,

        the nearest state to true vacuum that we know of,

            the closest thing to complete and utter desolation,

                the almost no-atom land,

                    the despair in-between the few sparks of hope that we could ever have,

                        the end maybe, the end, but never the beginning. Never.

                            The final summation of our collective sense of

                                                                                                folly.

Death by Deferment

To continuously defer,

      from month to month,

             from year to year,

                      from decade to decade,

                                    to an indeterminable,

                                                  undisclosable

                                                  moment in time,

          all your dreams,        

                all your ambitions,

                       all fulfillment,

                        everything that could possibly give

                                        meaning

                             to your otherwise meaningless

                                         life,

                                                     until you end up

                                                          an empty husk of a being,

                                                                       perhaps inhuman at best,