not far away

Maligner

words drifting blown by uncompromising gust

music to the ears, devastating in reality

double face

brief enjoyment, lasting disappointment and torture

in the end there are two choices

to indulge or to seemingly suffer

the unable, the old and the young

seek undisputed refuge in a town

on the safest land

situated in the pivot of universe

the leader tie down the members of the house

only to rejoin the troupe

in an unfair, one sided war

endowed only by a promise from the One

a battle of brute strength with zero tech

the long awaited chosen one

finally risen to surface

years in the safety and warmth of family

decades of preparation for two fortnights of pure blood and sweat

a year of the first day

a month of the second day

a week of the third day

and the following as it

the con artist slain by holy forces

as promised millennium prior

and then all was fine

tranquility, peace, blessings 

and above all, justice

reigns through and through

decades past by 

the death of the superintendent

the blown of the Trumpet

signalling the muqaddimah of the end

the revival through coccyx

the return to the Overseer

and all are striped off for the Purgatory

but neither cared for others

inches from blazing heat

and then the people came to the bridge

some running, some flashing by

those who came from In

into the eternal blessings

some, skid and fall

in the eternal judgement

and so the return is done

nothing can change

without His consent, they would remain downed

and all is well, for those who BELIEVE