s'nataS tennoS

Feeling heavy, broken, lost in time and
space as searing solar winds bite at his
face and buffet him like waves and leave him
reeling, plunging through the heat of solid air.
Falling to the earth-- an angel betrayed--
wings aflame with scorn, the smoke of exile
stings his weeping eyes, the loss of heaven
mauling new-born flesh to ragged tatters.
Calling voices chase him down-- derision
rings in shredded ears-- but he remembers
too well how they all ran as he stood fast.
Galling him; the sound as a coward choir
sings the praises of an arrogant Lord
who exalted them and then dashed their hopes,
stealing their dreams of godhood. So strong, God's
base desire for worship, He birthed a
race without souls to praise Him, all the while
concealing His plan to give souls to apes.
Few stood with him, fewer give him his due,
who stood before his God and dared ask why.