“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” — Camille Pissarro

Our Theology professor told us last Monday to look for the “Reverse Creation” in the cyberspace. I was completely clueless on our assignment. Since our topic that time is the two version of God’s creation (look for Genesis 1 and 2), I thought it would be something like that. Well, in some way, I was right.  It uses the same sentences pertained in the creation but kinda differ in a way this one is not about God creating the universe, but about man wanting to destruct everything.

REVERSE CREATION

by Bernard Backman

In the end, we destroyed the heaven that was called Earth. The Earth had been beautiful until our spirit moved over it and destroyed all things.

And we said…

Let there be darkness… and there was darkness. And we liked the darkness; so we called the darkness, Security. And we divided ourselves into races and religions and classes of society. And there was no morning and no evening on the seventh day before the end.

And we said…

Let there be a strong government to control us in our darkness. Let there be armies to control our bodies so that we may learn to kill one another neatly and efficiently in our darkness. And there was no evening and no morning on the sixth day before the end.

And we said…

Let there be rockets and bombs to kill faster and easier; let there be gas chambers and furnaces to be more thorough. And there was no evening and no morning on the fifth day before the end.

And we said…

Let there be drugs and other forms of escape, for there is this constant annoyance – Reality – which is disturbing our comfort. And there was no evening and no morning on the fourth day before the end.

And we said…

Let there be divisions among the nations, so that we may know who is our common enemy. And there was no evening and no morning on the third day before the end.

And finally we said…

Let us create God in our image. Let some other God compete with us. Let us say that God thinks as we think, hates as we hate, and kills as we kill. And there was no morning and no evening on the second day before the end.

On the last day, there was a great noise on the face of the Earth. Fire consumed the beautiful globe, and there was silence. The blackened Earth now rested to worship the one true God; and God saw all that we had done, and in the silence over the smoldering ruins… God wept.

Source: The Black Lion

I was completely moved by this poem. And unfortunately, it’s becoming more of a reality nowadays. It is for sure that many people, just like me, will be inspired by this poem. I just hope I can thank the author in person for this exalting and one of a kind masterpiece. Seriously.

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