The wrath of The Gods is like great waters that is dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, ’till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that scales of judgment against your degenerate deeds and ignorance has not been executed hitherto; the floods of the Gods’ vengeance have been withheld, but your corruption and degeneracy in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath. The waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty, and there is nothing, but the mere pleasure of The Gods, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If The Gods should only withdraw their hands from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and the wrath of The Gods, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon them with omnipotent power; and if their strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest and vile Demons in deepest abysses of the earth, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.

The Angry Gods

The bow of the wrath of The Gods is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at their hearts, and strains the bow, and it is nothing, but the mere pleasure of The Gods , and that of the anger of a pantheon of Gods, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with their blood. Thus all that they never passed under a great change of heart, by the mighty power of the Spirit of The Gods upon your miserable souls; all that they were never born again, and made new creatures, and raised from being dead from the very beginning of existence to a state of new, and before altogether unexperienced light and life, are in the hands of  the angry Gods. However they may have reformed their lives in many things, and may have had religious affections, and may keep up a form of religion in their families and closets, and in the groves and temples of The Gods, it is nothing but their mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction. However unconvinced they may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they see, that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.

The Meat Golems

The Gods that holds you over the furnaces and voids of the earth, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and are dreadfully provoked: their wrath towards you burns like fire; they look upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; they are of purer eyes than to bear to have you in their sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in their eyes, than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended them infinitely more than ever a stubborn rebel did his King; and yet it is nothing but their hands that holds you from falling into the fire every moment of your shallow existence. It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go in dark places and primordial voids the last night; that you were suffered to awake again in this world, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given, why you have not dropped into boiling cauldrons and mind melting chambers of forgetfulness since you arose in the morning, but that The Gods‘ hands has held you up. There is no other reason to be given why you have not gone into oblivion, since you have sat here in the houses and wild places of The Gods, provoking their pure eyes by your ignorant and empty manner of attending their solemn worship. Yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment drop down out of existence.

Consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of the fire and the melting matter of the universe, that you are held over in the hand of The Deities, whose wrath is provoked and incensed as much against you, as against many of the past souls aeons ago. You hang by a slender thread, with the archetypal elements of wrath flashing about you, and ready every moment to singe it, and burn you asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator, and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the flames of that primordial wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you ever have done, nothing that you can do, to induce The Gods to spare you one moment.

• Featured image and original artwork by François Baranger for THE CALL OF CTHULHU by H.P. Lovecraft

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