Acts of War Ii

Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two Part of a grander play. Are you just an apathetic Deity? To an intellectual ape, Did you create me? Or am I just cosmic hypocrisy. Our stent on this earth is fleeting! BUT! My little girl is at war with saints heavenly host… locked in brittle battle. My soul must be pure thought, I must keep up the charade. I must not deviate. The days come and go, ticks in infinity. Her room is cold, my mind-numbed By eternal ice it radiates… I stand outside. I stand alone. The mansion as a buzz with priests, pastors, media in their raven black frocks with white shocks in their shadowy priestly collars. Wages of sin and Redemption at war for the humanity For a little innocent soul, not a war of guns but of wills and damnation. In the wrath of righteous extermination... II of III