The God of Roaches

In the beginning was light,
Sharp, piercing light that burned our eyes.
We were naked in it, we ran from it
And were crushed,
Our corpses breeze-blown and dull,
Then God brought forth
The Sweet Darkness
From his large, bulbous Self,
And let it seep out from walls and crevices
With its cool embrace.
Then He brought forth our great host
To feast on fields of
Oil stains,
And the holy dead.
Because He loves us, He gave us this,
And we shall be his sustenance
When we die.

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