The Mirror of Abaddon

Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name. The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due” I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one, and break the thing in two. The mirror was a magic one of evil dark and black “The beauty of a perfect world, now what’s the fun in that? This one’s far better, it twist, it pulls it shrinks before my eyes. Instead of showing true reflections, this one shows me lies” “I’ll tell you what, you won it fair, it’s yours but let’s do more; I’ll help you break it here and now and it will be no more.” The angel smashed it into two, his hammer in his hand. “But why stop there?”, the devil said and smashed it into sand The Devil grinned, “Good work my friend. See, I don’t even care” He scooped a handful of the dust and blew it in the air. Among the people of the earth, the grains of mirror blew. The angel warned them “Close your eyes!” and blew his trumpet too “What gift is this?” some people thought, Eve’s lesson was not learned. and soon awoke with crusty eyes that itched and teared and burned. “I see it now!” the faithless said “I am no longer blind!” “Don’t be cross” the devil said, "Their eyes see now like mine". Some were seized with a panicked fear, “The enemy is nigh!”, and with cruel rocks marched on their neighbors and sentenced them to die. Others were charmed by shiny stones “Supplies are running out!” The simple gifts that God had given were left to lay about. Some saw themselves with grandeur high “I’ll wear this mighty crown”, I’ll be the King, you be the serf, and bow when I’m around. The other ones yoked to the plow, “These types aren’t men at all”. I’ll tolerate your presence if you're at my beck-and -call. Of arrogance and fear and greed the mighty nations grew. And men would starve and wars would rage for these unfaithful few. So hear me now you righteous ones whom the devils would refuse: In the game of life Good always wins, but bad will never lose.