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
