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There was a semblance of heavenly laughter His ears, tuned to that frequency Picked up the glasses tinkling The heavens echoed with ripples of excitement All, witnessing the home-strait As The Son left the devil in His wake! His human body, still in top shape Gathered its strength for a last bellow The air suddenly stilled Creation paused to listen - He saw the tape across the finish line Took deep breaths in a certain rhythm Like the athletes before the sound of the gun That signalled the start of the race in earnest. His was done and humanity had won The baton, firmly in His hands He slowly lifted up His head Arms hanging horizontally, possessing East and West Torso vertically stationed, owning North and South Head, raised and face towards heaven He saw His Father’s precious smile “Let it out, Son, it is done!” And evil had a denouement “IT IS FINISHED!!!!!!!!!”, came the victory cry!

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