God is dead. God remains dead.

And we have killed him.

They have pierced My hands and My feet;
they have numbered all My bones.

How shall we comfort ourselves,

the murderers of all murderers?

What was holiest and mightiest of all

that the world has yet owned

has bled to death under our knives...

--Friedrich Nietzsche

(section 125, Die Frohliche Wissenschaft)

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And He was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures.