As lightning hits the ground at my feet,
I find on the asphalt the Lord of deceit.
I fall back and begin to cower,
before the horned one's awesome power.
But God guided me to stand before him,
forced me to look upon his visage grim,
knowing that it forever my dreams would stalk.
I spoke unto him fear-laced talk,
"Though your power is awesome and great
good has given me a different fate
I am God's child and his alone
though thou may pummel me with fists like stone!"
Then spoke he in a voice chilling to the core,
"Who is it that thou fear more?"
"God," I said, "could no other"
He started to speak, calling me brother.
Then in anger he cut off
and on rage began to cough.
"Then with claws your face I shall rake,"
this was said by the Lord of fake!
Then in my throat it begun,
from my mouth holy words were sung.
Flung then was he to the abyss,
leaving me to await life's tender kiss.
I finish this with this adue,
Safe journey friend and God bless you.
