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Click hereFeeling 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.
I think this is GREAT! I don't say that often and I'm no pro, but I really really liked both form AND content!! Thanks a lot!
You use a lot of rich language in this poem, but it exhausted me, please use more line breaks....
I do not use the thermometer
...of really good stuff here....strong stuff. I think the poem would benefit from some stanza breakage.
Excellent portrayal of the accuser. The term "coward choir" was particularly inspiring. Thanks for posting this.
i left the comment then sat here looking at the title.
asking myself what hidden message was there..duhh!! lol
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