THE RIVER OF THE EVIL

 

The river, the evil have to be cleansed,

or else life is impossible. Only God can do it.

The law of life is that you should move

forward, the wheel turns no one can stop it,

our future, from any angle you’d look at it,

is pretty nonsensical, the world has strong

sadistic tendencies, strong masochistic desires.

This is the idea from Gītā. This is the idea

of Moses, of Mohammed, of the Hitlerism

nonetheless Jehovah, Allah, Hitler are earthly

gods. The purification operated by them is

imaginary. The contemplation of the human

misery pulls us up to God. The world has to be

alien to our desires so the evil not exist

in the world. We are at the point where the world

is the evilest possible, beyond the screen the evil

becomes innocence, they smile at us. Nonetheless

the vision pursues us. Saint Paul from the churches,

a scrawny man with the pointed, purple face,

his head as pointed as a snake’s, of small stature

and possible with a very small, almost non-existent

penis, an inborn killer from the cradle as if the Devil

himself had modelled him nonetheless he thought

himself to be a rare human being in front of whom

Christ condescended to appear in person blinding

the saint for three days. He considered that he

traversed all the possible skies ‒ he wrote about

the marriage and its implications, bringing

the most swinish and depressing pieces of advice

extracted from the Old Testament that exist

in the world. He granted the widow the freedom

to remarry whoever she wanted on condition that

the man be “in the Lord”, but he adds that a widow

will be much happier if she doesn’t remarry

if she dries up like a pod. Saint Paul was that kind

of envious man who had opinions on everything

from the length of the dick and of the hair

to the manner wherein you must eat meat

without you looking into the mouth of the rich man.

He told it to the slaves, “Obey your earthly masters.”

He demanded that the women be silent in the public

meetings not let out a peep. I’m appalled at his,

henchman’s stupidities, he was laughing satisfied

when he saw in the future the heaps of live coals

and the bodies burnt to a cinder by the Inquisition

nonetheless he didn’t see himself fried. But this saint

knew nothing about the world, didn’t hear the words

of Christ, “I found that all were drunk and none

was thirsty, my soul was saddened for the children

of humanity for they are blind in their hearts.

They do not see that they came into the world naked

and naked they will leave.” And my soul is saddened

for the existence of the people is drugged by millions

of drugs. Why wouldn’t people kill themselves

immediately? Some other time?    

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