Demented Intent
From a front roe seat, there was not the least of an eye strain In a familiar place, I observed what appeared to be bullet trains
In plain view, seated in a church pew among the wise and the few They were racing through and around what "once upon a time"
throughout the land were "Holy places and sanctuaries most divine" Their headlights were bright but also both deceptive and delusional
Their railways were dark, and only the "elect" could clearly see and detect the reality of an orchestrated and demented intent
Only the elect was able to discern the subtle "bate and switch" The trains were controlled and masterminded by forces unseen
The forces ascended, descended, and flowed through atmospheric highways of destruction. But across the scene I saw a Holy man,
not a force, but a Loving Master of men and minds He once healed a crippled man sitting helpless at a pool
He also walked on water, but I presently saw Him walking on clouds and descending to implement His kingdom rule.
07192017FBPSContest, Mid Summer Standard, Brian Strane Fictional/Visionary
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