Poetry: Immaculate Defeat
It’s the year 2020 , The chosen year for your defeat— Sweet victory Sheer Power. Let me tell it for all to hear. For all to see, for Earth to know. Recorded in Heaven Record it on Earth! The second heaven grey skies, gloomy air. There you stand adorned in fear smoke, and panic— Your mind speaks: I know the outcome; my Creator, fighting His Breath, His Spirit my Mother my obsession my fixation— here we stand in sword combat… Looking at you enslaved captive I lament: you were in Eden, Our sacred garden, covered in jewels; precious stones, your mountings and settings crafted in gold anointed guardian anointed cherub We appointed you you are Our first! created to worship created to serve created to love created to follow created to guide created to lead… the creation of music in Our first being! Swords in hand ready to go swoosh-swash cling-clang swords beating at the speed of sound. Intense fig...
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