Heretical Blasphemy

I have met your God upon the roof of the Earth.

I stood humbly, and did not speak.

Your God spat upon me.

I turned the other cheek, and gave him the gift of love, for even I forgive those who sin.

He gave to me only sorrow: he spat upon me a second time.

I cursed him.

He could not strike me down with flame or thunderbolt.

Your God's voice did not disrupt my being, I stood fast.

And before your God could raise his hand again, I buried my tongue like a spear into his chest.

I tore at his eyes and wracked his body with my hands.

I feed hungrily at the still beating heart from his breast, and ate the throbbing omnipresent brain from his skull.

And I consumed his flesh and bone, leaving not even a tooth.

For I am that which devours ALL.

Embrace me my child, for I love thee more than thy father.