The Worm and the Waters

Genesis One:Six-Eight
And God said, let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under from the waters that were above, and it was so. And God called the firmament, Heaven.......
     
      The sea rose towards the clouds. Rising, twisted like souls, swallowed by the open sky, beckoning it's inevitable return to the above. Immaculate unrest and disbelief: panic. As the big blue "O" flew above the cities, over the lands, it marked the last day of sanity the world had known. Slowly leaking from clasped hands, desperate hands, the fuel for all sustaining life, had abandoned it's very creation. The Water had left us. Enter: the Worm...

      With great panic, comes decisive lunacy. Reservoirs. Boilers. Bottles. Bodily fluid filtration. As the last cloud dissolves behind the sun, the last barrier was crossed. Within a week, man tasted the weak, the incarcerated. Man, tasted, man.

      Dehydration is accompanied by good friends: Vomit. Diarrhea. Seizures. Brain Damage. Death. The "Fabulous Five". Coupled with the orgy that had become survival for survivals sake, the end of consumerism, culture, humanity, man was fervently inviting: the Worm. However: Ingestion of human blood, tissue and bone only delays these fine five friends, holding the door for the wriggly ringmaster himself...

      The Worm. Scratching. Scraping. He's been there guiding, dragging them by the teeth to the children, still feeding on mothers, and food for the fathers. The Worm is survival. And the Water has left us. As the skin grays and disease joins the feast, press on. The Worm is our Shepard....

      Trades and practices, wisdom and peace. Like the Water, a memory long severed from the daily grind. To gnash, to tear, to consume and ingest. To fuck the skin, the substitute, the refreshments. To feed the Worm.

      As the last few stood, bathed in sun... the last few remnants of Water on the earth came trickling up their foreheads as they began to cry. The tears ascended towards the burning sky, as the heaps of consumers cried out to their savior, their last shred of hope... to the Worm.

      "What has cursed us so!? Why did our Water leave us, ABANDON US, to this, this... HELL!!?"

      And the Worm slowly crept from their skulls, smiling and clawing, clawing behind their heads, and said to them: "The Water did not leave you. You have left the Waters. You have forsaken them, with your panic, and selfish lust, for life. I am that Lust, and you have served me and fed me well. The Water, heh, the Water begged you to follow, to return with Him, and you refused. You clung to "life". You clung to me."

      As the men cried out, horrified by the truth around them, the Worm continued... "You see, my friends, between the Waters: was the Heavens, and below them: the Earth. But you have forsaken the Water. And now you dwell below the Waters... and you will live and die here forever, as the Worm, will now feed: on you."



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