If you’re going to throw a rock at me make sure you aim well. Be sure that I won’t catch it and throw it right back at you. Make sure you aim well and that you knock me from my high perch like a tin-can sitting on a fence.
Take off your mask and show everyone your face so that your anonymity does not fail you, tell them your name, and be sure that you know before you pull back your arm, with the weight of that solid object gripped tight in your hand that as you swing, you commit. You enter into an agreement that you cannot rescind.
It doesn’t matter to me, keep your mask on. I see who you are with crystal clarity. I have God as my witness, my God, the God of me. There is nothing you can do that I won’t notice, or feel within my own body as if I were you.
I see you standing before me with my human eyes, bent on anger and suppressed rage accumulated from a wealth of life and experience that provides you with the distorted saintly mask that you now wear to hide your sullen, broken face that bears a down-turned scar across it; a mouth that would utter words of platitude clothed in fancy words that belie your true demeanour, your true intent. I see with my Godly eyes the ire that now stands tall before me like a sentinel ready to rain vengeance down upon me like a monsoon tide, desperate for the brief release that it will bring, sating your carnal desire to feel alive and virile, and to smash my face in.
Think carefully before you bridge the gap between you and me, with the swiftness of a bullet hunting its prey. In your targets I stand ready to bear the force of your condemnation. Look carefully my friend, and see who stands before you. Narrow your eyes and focus on the outline of my blackened form. I wear no mask, yet you cannot see me, your focus not on who I am but on whom you wish me to be.
In the dimming light I see recognition in your partially obscured eyes, I feel that you understand who and what I am. But you have not come far enough yet, step closer, lessen your grip on your fear and face me as your God would intend. I would whisper in your ear if you dare come close enough, whisper what I have already sown like a seed within your core. I shall say only one thing “Parousia”.
I’m coming to get you.