God Weeps Through Me

I stood beyond the stars, past the birth-cries of galaxies, and turned my gaze to Earth— and I wept. Not with the tears of man, but with the sorrow of God. For what I beheld was not creation, but corruption dressed in velvet robes. Marriage, once a sacred fire, now wears a plastic crown. It is no longer covenant, but contract — no longer love, but leverage. They have turned love into legislation, vows into transactions, and fidelity into a fading myth. Cheating is no longer sin, but seasoning. Sex is no longer sacred— it is currency. Women, digitized in profiles, sold in swipes and hashtags. Men, no longer lovers, but gamblers at the altar of lust. Dating apps spin like slot machines, and hearts are just coins waiting to be spent or stolen. Money, O money— you were meant to serve, but now you reign. The poor are crucified on your altar, while the rich drink wine from their wounds. Your illusion controls empires, your shadow runs parliaments. Politics is no longer governance— it is theater. Wars are waged not for peace, but for profit. Every bomb dropped is a dividend gained. Lies are now a multinational business. The truth is unemployed. And religion, once a ladder to the heavens, is now a golden leash. Its temples glow with profit. Its preachers speak in shares. They no longer shepherd souls— they herd wallets. The government and the church— one whispers fear, the other sells salvation. Both feed from the same trough. And the people— Oh, the people— They dance in digital cages, laughing as they burn. Their dreams bought and sold by screens and slogans. So I weep. Not as man weeps— but as God weeps through me. I was not sent to comfort you, but to awaken you. To tear the veil with words, to crack the mask with flame. For the kingdom is not coming— it is within. But first, the lies must die. Let those with eyes, see. Let those with ears, weep. Let those with fire, rise.