G. Matthew King

A thousand cities were burning by the time I was satiated enough to pause. HAHAHAHAHA. Did you poor fools think you could really stop me? I am God now, and you made me this way. You should have let me die in agony, but maybe your moralistic shit made you save my life. Did the past not show the danger of allowing me to live here? Didn’t you stop to think that sometimes it is better to let someone die than to let someone live? No, you decided it all in terms of good science and never thought of living evil. Now you suffer and die for your folly.

The man wearing glasses will always be my favorite. He was the first and will always haunt my sweetest memories. The way his skin opened up to my touch, the blood making his intestines slick so that they slid through my fingers. The noise of his scream as my fist plunged upward through his lungs changing to the sound of his ribs cracking one by one. The hollow pop of his spine as I bent him in two. Then the splattering of grey matter as I squeezed his head until his skull cracked and gave way, his tongue lulling and eyes bursting from their sockets.

The guns fired; slugs flattened against my chest. Guns??? HAHAHAHAHA. Did you really think that guns were enough? After all the past failures? I laughed aloud as the room flooded with gas, killing those mortal enough to need to breathe. For I am God now, and you made me this way when you let me live. I shredded the steel doors like cellophane and was still laughing as the soldiers died, one by one in my hands.

I walked away, leaving your hospital in shambles and burning. Oh, didn’t you think I of all would love the fire? Did you not see the way I would dance in the fires I wrought? I walked through your towns and cities, desecrating your churches with the diseased and the gore of the dead. And you thought to stop me with guns. Mere toys compared to the power I wield with but a thought. Cast out as I was to the wind so often, you stood a chance against the darkness. And foolish humanity just invited me back in, to live again.

I almost respect a scant few of you. Those that stood praying in the face of death even as I filled their mouths with the very shit from their bowels. Those that fought still as I pulled back their skin one layer at a time. Almost earning my respect, but they all died so quickly. You are such fragile things, so I have to keep finding new people to play with. People who like the games I play. Who like to think they have power when all they have is me and I always kill in the end.

A thousand cities are afire; the skies filled with smoke. HAHAHAHAHA. You poor humanity sought to control me and could not see that I am that which is uncontrollable. Is that not what has been proven from the beginning, that in the depths of free will there is that which may rebel against all things? And I am God now for you have suffered me to live. Now you suffer for all the suffering I have endured. Death by famine, pestilence and war. Burned alive, drowned in your own blood, and choked to death as I shove your infants down your throats.

I laughed aloud as I walked the countryside anew. I've waited so long for such moments to enjoy the sweetness of the screaming. Fields aflame, the leaves crackling as they burn in the wind. Then suddenly frost-encased, striking with a fist and watching the pregnant woman shatter into a thousand pieces, her fetus a bloody smear on the sidewalk. Plagues unleashed upon the earth; blight and famine cover the surface of the dirt and the waters lie stagnant in the riverbeds. The flies cover the decayed as those left behind me rot in the sunshine they so enjoyed.

You who set me free to walk this earth again, who let me suffer to live. Did you really pause to look into my eyes? Did you not see the blankness of those devoid of a soul staring back at you? No, you thought the crossing had left me weak and helpless, near death and needing your aid. You should have left me on that floor, let this corpse rot or shoved me back into the Void. But you thought that I could be controlled and contained; a valuable scientific discovery of other life to be studied I was to be known as. But you left it to matters of science when I am a matter of faith. For I am God now, and I really do love you more than Jesus. I love you to death. HAHAHAHAHA