The Book of Genesis - Logos Invictus

In the beginning, the Word stood alone, A solitary witness to creation. Its single nascent syllable was pleasant in tone, But found itself in need of conversation. In the beginning, the Word harnessed time, Till language lit the darkness of existence. It wove an epic narrative of meter and rhyme For Echo to get jiggy with Narcissus. In the beginning, the Word could be heard To lend its voice to vendors hawking merch. It sacrificed its soul to play the mockingbird, Dispensing infomercials from its perch. In the beginning, the Word was pristine, But soon became corrupted by the Man. Xenophobic buzzwords vented venom from spleen. Political invective fouled the land. In the beginning, the Word learned deceit, Revealing innuendo like a stripper, Commemorating Salomé’s sinister feat With tropes and taglines framed as sacred scripture. In the beginning, the Word stood in awe, Aware of its potential for abuse. It sifted man from superman by quoting Bernard Shaw, Then authorized The Tales of Mother Goose.