There is the Leviathan.He moves in the deep,in the playground of God.

He waits for his foodin its season.

God asks,Can you draw him out with a fishhook?Put a cord through his nose?Make a covenant with him?

Once, he was not vast.Once, he was small.

He swam among other creatures.He learned hunger.He learned taking.

No one remembers when he grew too large.No one remembers the first timeno one could stop him.

They thought they could build a cage for him.

Twelve of them.Stone and iron and promises.

The Leviathan watched.Patient.He learned to wait.

God asks again,Will he make a covenant with you?Speak to you soft words?Keep his promises?

No.He will not.

He grows hungry.He forgets the covenantshe made when he was small.

He sees what he wants.He takes what he sees.

Even the Leviathan owes God a death.We all do.But not yet.Not tonight.

The Leviathan does what he wants.Who can subdue the Leviathan?

Music byArtist: Jon BjörkSong: Dwell Upon

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