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Three Feet Too High

Church to Blindness, nothing to see Crystals of light shining before He Slowly the mist consumes all Expanding its tendrils- Wait! Up above darkness falls. Slowly He approaches, no sword in hand Attempting to view the fallen evil on this land Scars tearing into a black sheet Behind Him a smooth voice breaks, slightly offbeat, “Listen openly and listen free, For my time is limited with thee, To It, I'm opposite, your sweet belief Do not contest me and yours shall be sweet relief.” And with a horrid bow the monster winked As Orange Light made the illusion extinct Awakened a lover sat nearby Of this world, she was His truest Ally The time had come, for they called And seeing Him they were enthralled! “Let us take this giant before his Greatness, And no longer shall we remain Nameless” Victory over man was easy enough The Demon, thriving, was the next rough But silent it was for one more day Just man and peace and naiveté In clouds and lightning did it appear But not to man’s prediction did it adhere The monster had no quarrel with simple man To kill a god, that was always the plan Upon a ethereal mountain top He stood Reflecting on His home, wife, and fatherhood The clouds around grew thick with smoke And a scarred monstrous hand upon the plane broke It tilted its head, baffled by what it saw “Child I tell you to withdraw. This is not a battle you can win I do not lie no web do I spin.” As He climbs branches to its height His voice rumbles, “You know I must fight.” And so with a smirk it let lose its fire For beyond him lies its desire. No man truly wants to die But honor calls to defend an ally Even in the saddest moments ending never Man wants to be here forever With courage and might he lept And humanity, unknowing, never wept For faith unbroken he crashes down And into a stream of fire the monster and man struggle and drown The purity of holiness extinguish both The vile and the true beholden to His Oath We do not understand it, we cannot deny But that man fell for He was three feet too high.

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Date: 5/18/2020 8:12:00 AM
To kill God, (or "a god") was always Satan's "plan." Nice & average length EPIC poem 0- in my book - and maybe I found a core stanza: "Victory over man was easy enough The Demon, thriving, was the next rough But silent it was for one more day Just man and peace and naiveté." decided to join the angels & light side
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