The Gospel of the Devourer

Dedicated to trans people everywhere Proceeds go to The Coalition for Black Trans Economic Liberation cbtel.org in Philadelphia ------------ CW: graphic violence, blood . . . . . . rejoice, sister; rejoice, sibling tonight my knife shall drink the blood of God I will stain my teeth on His entrails and wear his flesh as the cloak of eternity, so our children may know the paths of the stars eat lightly; when the Pretender's angel comes to feast on the children of Gomorrah, our blood will boil from his insides and he will know eternal and untold suffering He wars against the people of the light : He sends armies to burn our cities His Empire is vast and touches all galaxies when our corpses fill the void, crushing the stars themselves, only then will he know blood and gravity, and weep. ------------ CW: fascist propaganda, military stuff, war, genocide An excerpt from the Book of Desertion: Your body is not yours. All matter must fall into the Singularity that is power; acceptance of this truth is wisdom. On wisdom is built Strength. On Strength do we build our Empire. This is the holy physics of the citizenship we now confer on you: Serve, and live forever. When I was 15 I was drafted into the division of Cataclysms. I remember being made to chant a litany for war: The true soldier fires not bullets but the Truth, kills not, but only brings into the Light The true soldier aims with his heart he does not seek glory, only the good of all. His rifle is blessed and his enemies will thank him with their final breath. and then our battalion fell on the salt mines in Tethys. It was slaughter. I fought with the conviction of a zealot - and I waited, safe in my virtue, for the blessing that was my due. I killed, and I waited. I waited, and I killed. I received no grace. When finally my scope found my own Sergeant's head, when with a sense of completeness I pulled the trigger, spilling his brains into the foxholes, when I wrested the standard from his hands and shouted our retreat: It was not because I had learned to see our victims as people. It was only because I had waited, and waited, and waited - and finally come to realize that God had forsaken me. I was arrested and tried. Were you there when they took my manhood? Were you there when I stood before the General? Were you there when they confiscated my rifle? He said unto me, "Deserter. A man is not born. A man is forged by the State and continues by the grace of God. As the State giveth, it may take away. We can no longer judge you, who hath no rifle. Go in peace."