Though said to be formed in the
image of God, to present that image
for worship is sacrilege. It is, instead
the sacred script that is held in great
veneration of the ultimate symbol of
the Divine, whose word and infallible
guidance has been handed forward
from time archaic to the very present.
To take that symbol, no less than the
blessed repute of the Prophet who
delivered the message of submission,
in vain or light vein, is to invite the faithful
to riotous, grim reckoning. Those devoted
souls maddened by any slight intolerable,
stand prepared to deliver the very final
punishment of death, willing to tear the
offender from limb to deserving limb.
In the process demonstrating the instant
transformation of an adoring people steeped
in tribal lore, from docile fundamentalism
in religious devotion to rampaging primal
avengers of desecration intent on slaughtering
those presumptuous enough, heedless
enough, to slight the ineffable visage of
the Creator. Only the Angel of Death now
able to turn the tide of fury to submission.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
From Submission To Fury
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Poetry
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