God is dead.
‘God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?’
– Nietzsche, 1882
When Nietzsche said God was dead what did he mean?
If God is dead then let’s hold a festival of
blacks, whites and greys
and welcome in the monochromatic manifesto.
Let’s bleach the flags of the world and drain out their colour,
purge variation and label it “incompetence”.
We will be plain:
as we kneel, it will not be with a nation’s hopes for something greater.
No more will we pray, messages sent without stamps.
We’ll wander confused
sheep without Shepherd as we dive off cliffs,
suiciding ourselves onto Dawkins’ sword.
When we killed God, did Siva stop his dance?
Did time pause itself, rewinding decades of growth?
As we beheaded Our Father did ignorance grow,
with us as It’s love child, rejection our mother
bathing in the destroyer’s demise, a paradox
only faithlessness could breed?
Look, I’m not trying to say God exists,
but if we killed God let’s watch as
civilisations of old crumble.
Anubis, Zeus, Saturn, Ahura Mazda.
All will disintegrate, cracked by whispers of certain
They say we were built on centuries of blind faith,
if that’s the case then we stand
on the shoulders of visually impaired giants
and boy did they know how to build!
Pyramids, coliseums, temples: monuments to the greater.
If God is dead then say goodbye to your good grades because
damn! indiscriminate, undefined being you had my back back there.
Now I know, I know,
When we listen to the ramblings of unfounded extremists
We all want to ebay our Bibles (without charging postage),
padlock heaven’s gates and
throw the key into Visnu’s milk ocean
but don’t count the potentially old guy/girl/trans*gendered being out yet.
They’re the only living remnant of civilisations we trampled on.
Don’t drown one culture out
with the screams of another.
– Alex Webb, www.independencedaywritings.tumblr.com