So the one who was made perfect,
and under only the Sun would shine,
was called forward to kneel,
by the Righteous Divine.
But when the charge was seen,
the great creation corrupt,
he saw no need to kneel,
before the morally bankrupt.
They're called to make peace,
and to praise God on high,
but their souls were wicked,
and their worship a lie.
Their hearts were impure,
as their own flesh they rend,
and God asked for to bow,
and on knee to bend,
How can one be humble,
and lay down before,
all the ones so unholy,
scoffing at divine law.
The truth did elude him,
and caused his heart to swell,
so he searched for the answers,
on the mountains, and in wells.
No answers he could find,
no answers save but one,
the Lord must be fallible,
His divinity undone.
So he called out to anyone,
and found those among his peers,
who saw no truth in their orders,
who echoed his fears.
Structure must be preserved,
and now God must be felled,
as Heaven would surely crumble,
if order were not upheld.
So he looked unto his Father,
with sobs and with regret,
for now he was forced to challenge,
the one he owed his debts.
But one path shone through tears,
trepidation no more,
and he sadly raised his horn,
to call Heaven to war.
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