Cracks in the Divine Lie
(Fragments from a Broken Gospel)
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


Prologue: The Ashes Speak

They told me: kneel.
I learned to burn.
Their heaven froze —
And I returned.

Returned with flame
Where temples fell.
Not lost in hell —
But freed from spell.


Act I — The Revelation of Rot
(False sanctity unmasked)

He made the void,
Then called it grace.

They kiss the chains —
And call it peace.

The holy flame?
Just burning flesh.

A throne of bones.
A crown of ash.

The Lamb was bait.
The butcher waits.

"Thou shalt obey" —
The Devil’s hymn.

Their prayers rise up.
The silence laughs.

No cross was raised.
Just stakes and smoke.

He weeps? He lied.
It’s genocide.

The gods are gone.
Their church remains.


Act II — The Fire of Refusal
(Wrath, awakening, defiance)

Your God is mute —
But well obeyed.

You beg for light.
He sells you shade.

This sacred script?
A death decree.

They nailed the truth —
Then preached the tree.

Their faith is fear.
Their love is chains.

They built a hell —
And praised the flames.

A shepherd came.
His flock is dead.

The sky was blind.
The blood was red.

He won't return.
He never came.

The word was void.
The void had a name.


Act III — Rise Through the Ash
(Breaking free — light from within)

The lie is vast —
But not immune.

A single spark
Outburns the moon.

The gods are dust.
But I remain.

I broke their spell —
Inside my brain.

No heaven waits.
But light is near.

I lit my soul
With spite and clear.

Their dogma dies
When truth ignites.

The fire speaks —
And ends their rites.

Not saved — I saw.
Not judged — I knew.

Through every crack
The Real broke through.


Epilogue: Gospel Reversed

They carved their truth
In blood and stone.
But I found mine —
Inside, alone.

No wrathful God.
No sacred ban.
Just light enough
To stand.
To stand.
To stand.