Divine Cruelty

"Why does God damn us for doing what the things he created us to do?"
-Charles Swygart



The day had finally arrived, the day that marked the end of time and the beginning of eternity. No one ever knew when the day would come, but it had always been inevitable. Earth lived on borrowed time. Every hour drew it closer to its final and inevitable destruction by the supreme being who sculpted the magnificent blue sphere.
 The malevolent creator transformed into the righteous destroyer and set the world ablaze. His angels broke the seals and unleashed unimaginable carnage and destruction. The divine creator scorched, starved and sickened his sentient creations. It watched with detachment as all life was extinguished in a spree of destruction. God had created the earth and all its creatures with this day in mind.
 It was part of a plan beyond the scope of human thought, its part of a divine play written on the pages of eternity. Only on humanity's last day did God step out from behind the curtain and finally take center stage for the last act. The scene was set to a backdrop lit by a crimson moon, and an ebony son.
God used vessels of flesh to pen his warning of this coming judgment. When God made the conscious it created existence and existence wasn't much more than will. A desire just to be. The natural order of the universe is chaos. Life is a force that overcomes entropy if only for a while. When God created this force on Earth, he also promised to return one day and destroy it.
The inevitable rarely matters in the immediate. It's not until it finally arrives that those forced to face its consequences finally react to it. Annihilation of humanity was every bit as certain as death is for every individual.
 As the almighty tormented the planet those left cursed his name for what reason did their creator really have to destroy them? They could not appeal to any sense of pity, nor did their suffering awaken any sympathy in God or the winged harbingers of death sent to exterminate them.
Those chosen based on criteria they did not fully understand to stay with God were spectators at the so-called day of judgment. Most watched the planetary holocaust in silence, but there were those who remembered what it was like to be human.
For many it was the first time since they arrived on this plane of existence they could truly profess to feel anything that resembled emotion.
They knew what awaited those not called to the kingdom was agonizing death followed by an eternity of unspeakable torture. God's plan was eternal confinement in a dungeon constructed by God that sat astride the dimensions of eternity and the flesh. Even in death they would remain just human enough to experience the pain being inflicted on them. It had always been the plan, but it wasn't until the wheels of infinities revolving gears set these horrors into motion did the chosen ones see the lack of any rationality.
The justification for the slaughter became paper thin. Those who could not reside themselves to watching the slaughter of humanity made a choice to defend life against the one who had created it.  They were the core of a moral struggle against a self-proclaimed center of morality.
They turned away from the awful spectacle. They begged God to abandon the pointless prophecy of extermination. God does not bargain, though. Those who spoke out against the wanton cruelty against their human brethren were cast out of the kingdom. Their very beings were obliterated and their conciseness dissipated into the darkness of non-existence.
 Those who remained were kept quiet by fear. Through countless millenniums, God transformed them into vile winged servants, part of a cosmic death squad who would visit the same destruction of civilization across the stars.
Heaven became a prison for those with a conscious and God was their cruel warden in the afterlife. God never again offered any explanation or rationalization. Infinite power and time were the only justification. The cycle of creation and melodramatic destruction was simply a form of sadistic entertainment for a being that created life, but could never hope to feel empathy for it.

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