God's just fucking with you.
Kill me a son”
To show that you love me”
This is how He chose to measure his loyalty
Weighting tears and blood
Putting forth a test of compliance
In their one-way, do-as-I-say relationship
Isaac woke up brutally
Abraham binding and tying him up in a distressed trance
It had to be a false awakening
For that was not his father
but a demon.
But the nightmare did not cease
And amidst the pushing, shoving, dragging and crying
The second-born pleaded for holy mercy
But the Lord was silent.
“Why do you do this?”, Isaac cried out
“It’s God’s will!”, said Abraham
“Thy will be done, Lord!”
Eyes rolled back, only white blindness
I’m a good boy!
Aren’t I, my Lord?”
The son is bent over at the edge
His head shoved against a rock
The blade nears the throat, so precise and unflinching
Just do it.
At the last second,
An angel intervenes
Takes the blade off of Abraham’s hand
Brings the man’s eyes up to his own
God’s just fucking with you”
And in that moment
(that sacred moment)
Abraham knew he was worthy of the Lord.
They could keep seeing each other!
Abraham and the angel broke out in laughter.
Holding each other in their arms
While gasping for air.
And amidst that monstrous grin
Isaac, horrified, saw a teardrop fall.