Topic: Creative Control
in the beginning...
the Master, before it was known
was one of Many, chose to make a world of His own.
omnipotent? sort of. indifferent - more of.
incipient chords of being bored and alone
alas, the morgue of a home was a formless, sunken
porous dungeon. shoreless, unlit.
porcelain numbness. entrusted with utmost important function:
a repository for His storms of judgement.
forged from nothing, this earth, this darkness
with such caliginous potential, yearned for harvest
His previous experiment had earned some hardship:
the Fallen One to animate a serpent’s carcass
His smirk enlarged with patient buoyancy -
submerged and drowned the snake in the poisoned sea
reincarnate then deploy, repeat.
as He moved across the face of the Void beneath
another idea: a volcanic prison at the base of the noiseless Deep.
this game He employed grew cheap, the Royal He was bored again
He needed more than Satan's pain and the magmatic cell He forced him in
a torture pen, large enough to fill all of the vacant space
and an heir to rule o'er the earth and grow to take His place
perched at an amazing pace - the firmaments of day and night
while the Serpent served internment in a lake too hot to take its life
separated sky from ocean, land for vegetation rife
and once animals were teeming forth, finally the stage was right
He stretched the heavenly expanse, plucked a single star,
set it in the garden. this will be the heart.
summoned seas to humbly be flowing channels of élan
with strips of mighty mountains laid to keep its structure strong
the stubborn fires of the sun to wear the warmth of light as skin
till He whispered winds of hurricanes - the breath of life within
unsatisfied, He stabbed His eye, the saddle of its brain
a shocking twist of consciousness - "Adam is your name."
He saw that Adam was alone, an inefficient model;
if this human is to rule, he’ll need a partner quick to follow
He took a rib and hollowed out another while he was asleep
forever man was swaddled by this new invention dubbed as Eve.
the volcanism that He used to make the continental bed
released the Serpent from confinement to the elements instead
it slithered into Eden, bent to give a simple warning
but little did it know that it would do His bidding for Him
as Eve enjoyed the shade of nature she was given
the Serpent hissed a whisper “don’t be afraid, just listen!”
“take a minute to survey the prison that you were bequeathed -
are you not allowed to eat the fruits that dangle underneath?”
stuttered Eve: “we can eat whatever we deserve to try.
except the Tree in the middle - if we do then we will surely die.”
the Serpent’s eyes grew terse and wild “don’t let that fear deceive you -
if you eat it you will be like Him: an engineer of evil.”
a foreign feeling seeped through frills of her immodesty
the rush of disobedience, the thrill of curiosity
her will was pure as God’s could be, she gawked with crook delight
she picked the fruit, went to Adam, paused and took a bite
an honest look inside He who assembled this creation:
flashes of pain, hunger, suffering - they trembled in elation
venerable debasement, fascinated by what was evil, awful
all the while He kept His favorite secret: giving people false hope
the Serpent’s weak bravado caused him to boast unduly
not knowing that the humans turned to what He hoped them to be
“Lucifer, I thank you, your secret guise was suitable -
now they’ll destroy themselves before they realize they’re beautiful.
I must admit I expected better than this poor attempt
but with my eye as their mind, I will never be bored again.”
thus He invented sin to control His creation
God looked upon it and saw that it was good. Amen