AWOL: Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

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”AWOL” or A-Wall: Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven


"Lay down your trumpet and stand aside, dear Gabriel"
Commands the archangel Michael in a stoic and noble tone
As he slowly raises up the golden shofar closer to his own
Oval shaped lips...while he glimpses at the throne
That the one true God left inexplicably alone
Vacant and abandoned, abdicated or denounced(?)
Not a halo, not a crown, or a way to track him down
Not a will, not a sound, not a single trace is found
Cos he vanished overnight and left his kingdom in the clouds
In complete disarray, without a tablet or instructions
On how to govern things in the absence of his judgement
Thus, Michael blows his trumpet, which erupts into a thunder
One hundred times louder than combustion in a cluster
Of toxic radiation, cosmic dust and hot debris
A warning to the angels that God is not with ye

"Dear bredren follow me!"
Yells a heavy hearted Jesus with an armored set of wings
"Our Father aren't in Heaven, and soon they'll be a siege
"By the Devil and his rebels, and the ancient deities!"

See, Jesus is the Sun, and Michael is the might
and together they've become, The Army of the Light
While down on the planet, and all throughout creation
Portals open up for invading demon nations
Who come in many forms: Reptilians and the Grays
The mythical and horned, and pagans who had claimed
To once be the lords of every single race
From the alien cyborgs to mortal men of clay

"No more shall we WAIT!"
Howls Satan to his ranks
As he sits atop a dragon
With a crown made of snakes
"Plow down Heaven's Gate
"And leave nothing in our wake
"Except a desecrated ruin
"With decapitated saints!"

Hades leads the way...Abaddon is close behind
Fending off the flank of the Cherub and divine...
Holy royal forces who are clashing without warning
Attacking with a passion that is fashioned in His glory
Beyond the allegories, metaphoric or historic
There has never been a story that's recorded more importance
For the fate of all there is, is hanging in the balance
As Satan and his captains wage a war upon the palace
The galaxies unravel and the stars start to fade
Explosions in the cosmos, but not the 'Big Bang'
Particles dissolve, all energy is drained
Entropy unchained as an agent of the Void
Oblivion's now God, cos everything's destroyed
Satan and his demons, Michael and his legions
Even Jesus Christ couldn't stifle off deletion



For my keyboard is lethal—they never stood a chance
I'm not good, I'm not evil—I'm simply just a man
A writer, and their "God", who breached the Fourth Wall
Then hopped out the story, to entertain ya'll
It's all kind of meta; can't be sure what's absolute
Like is your life real, or did I pen you too?
(Fractals on fractals, as above is so below)
The simulation’s deep, I'm sure we'll never know ;)



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