Quis ut Deus?
who is like God?
your name is its own
rhetorical question
are you one of us?
one of our adversaries?
a son of light or
a son of darkness?
heaven bleeds like a wound
made of light, a cut
straight to the core.
reach the end of time,
never look back.
fight with those golden fists,
throbbing heart beneath
silver breastplate.
this world is its own
fiery furnace.
look down from your mountain.
lean out over the edge. enlighten us.
your wings are swift.
your breath drives out sin
like a golden bullet
straight to the devil’s heart.
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