- Jul 6, 2008
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Wonder if you can help me out NT, I'm trying to find out the author of this quote or where it's from.
I've typed out the whole passage and posted it into Google, but no luck.
[URL]http://i.imgur.com/qCGrA.jpg[/url]
Should God exist, in final days, when earth at last rolls to a stop, trembles, ancient and tattered, stays and all the graves are lifted up, then I will come before your God, and eyes without a blink will stand. My gaze will burn through his facade and he will shake in fear of man.
And if he dares to damn the souls of those without the faith he needs, without regard for lives so full of light, I call it jealously.
Then when the blinded grip of fate claws at my back, I will not go, but glare into the very face of God and I will whisper "No."
"For who are you that you judge me? The slaughterer of untouched youth, the source of serpent, apple, greed -all evil oozes from your wounds!"
"And who am I that I should lie stricken and mute before you? No! I name you tyrant, genocide! Into the jaws of hell you go!"
So on that fabled final day, I will not kneel before your lord, but speak my mind and have my say and leave under my own accord.
Then with a sigh, he will collapse, return to dust and float away. For robbed at last of thunderclaps, your God will have no words to say.
JF
I've typed out the whole passage and posted it into Google, but no luck.
[URL]http://i.imgur.com/qCGrA.jpg[/url]
Should God exist, in final days, when earth at last rolls to a stop, trembles, ancient and tattered, stays and all the graves are lifted up, then I will come before your God, and eyes without a blink will stand. My gaze will burn through his facade and he will shake in fear of man.
And if he dares to damn the souls of those without the faith he needs, without regard for lives so full of light, I call it jealously.
Then when the blinded grip of fate claws at my back, I will not go, but glare into the very face of God and I will whisper "No."
"For who are you that you judge me? The slaughterer of untouched youth, the source of serpent, apple, greed -all evil oozes from your wounds!"
"And who am I that I should lie stricken and mute before you? No! I name you tyrant, genocide! Into the jaws of hell you go!"
So on that fabled final day, I will not kneel before your lord, but speak my mind and have my say and leave under my own accord.
Then with a sigh, he will collapse, return to dust and float away. For robbed at last of thunderclaps, your God will have no words to say.
JF
