The false light of this campus. The false salvation of this campus. Its false kingdom. This is the city of the anti-God. This is the antichrist’s city. The liar’s kingdom. Trust none of this.
Let us never adjust to this. Let us never accept this. Let it be a perpetual outrage. Let it never be allowed to complete its work on us.
We must not trust this campus. Its world – its cosmos. This is not our place – remember that.
That isn’t our sky, above us. And it isn’t our earth, below. We can’t see the earth. The land. Only its rising and falling. Only its contours, hidden. Built upon. No bare earth. No land. Except at the edges of the campus. Except where stone gives way to stony soul. But we’re far away from its edges.
The campus that says, God is dead. The campus where every prophet must die.
There’s magic here. There’s magic practised on the campus.
This world of death. Built of dead matter. Of stones and bitumen and asphalt and cement. Of cast iron and steel and glass and aluminium. Of lime and brick.
The new machine. The body of a new spiritual power. Rising in revolt. Against the true sky. Against the true earth.
This is the house of demons. When will the jackals howl in these palaces? When will wild dogs roam in these mansions? When will God say, ‘She shall be peopled no more forever, nor inhabited for all generations’?
When will the Day Star come? The fire of destruction?
Is there one pocket of righteousness here? Is there one reason this campus should be saved?
Idolatry. The dominance of powers, dominations, spiritual princes. Falsehood. Refusal. Illusion.
We must not be conformed to this.
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