When Paradigms Supplant Gods

As we awaken

And the thoughts of spirits and daemons

Fade from our retinas

And the gods up high fall from function

We arise alone

Our eyelids burn in the darkness

Not yet ready to open

And reap what was once sown

On that day in the endless blackness

When gods are remodeled into paradigms

With adze I must carve

And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist

Mutilated and disowned

The fallen gods of old lose favour

Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods

Unquestioned and omnipresent

With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom

My feet sink deep into the mire

But unrelenting I am

As the edifice surges skyward

Stand back and gaze at our wonder

A contorted tapestry of taboo

A monolith of unquestionable questions

As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation

Its beginnings fade from memory

And it towers as the wind and the stars

Bow before our orthodoxy

Merchants of snake oil

Within temples of aeons past

Now preachers of the bazaar

Peddling their filth

To the starving congregation

Stagnant ideologies

Deities of nouveau

Pungent and lurid dogmas

Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles

Which constrict my hands

Upon hands and knees I fall

Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me

I see writhing heretics

Swept away in the formless swarm

Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy

I gaze as the crooked monolith

As it descends into the morass