Everywhere as God's eyes wandered throughout the heavens, his heart was quaked, sickened, within this nocturnal and un-vernal age and aftermath of The Great Conflict! Lucifer's Campaign, his owlish irony-his thinking! Earth's galaxy, likened to a desert of ebon suns, orbs disorientated, off their axis, out of their original orbits: asteroids, comets, meteorites, all bombarding all of interstellar space at random. An unpeople earth, an earth mown, all in disfigurement. All due to the plight of the hostile forces of Lucifer, his two-hundred million angelic renegades, all had fallen upon this cosmic kingdom like a desert locust, as Archangel Mich'el and his legions fought them, of one-hundred million, and lost, until the Commander and Chief, God's Son drove them off the cliffs of heaven.
08-28-2019, 10:48 PM
Paused in Gloom ((After Lucifer's Campaign) (in Narrative Poetic Prose))
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