The world spinned 'round
But patience, it stopped ticking
As men kept living
And no one was listening
Love, laughs, and fun
From beginning to ending
No work in the sun
Night waking, day sleeping.
The doorknob turned
Yet it was not unusual
For late in the night
Came some for carousal
The creatures' blades
Oh how they shined like the sun!
The bleary-eyed folk
Knew they would be undone
"But for what 'venge?"
Did all but two of them say,
"We've done nothing wrong
Why pass you by our way?"
One creature spoke,
"Because it's fitting, you see,
For us to take you
We were sent by decree."
"Aye, a demon!"
Cried one with a dark bottle
"No, you simple fool!
His wrath's here to throttle!"
Yes, the two spoke
For the two alone knew, what
Creatures stood firmly,
What God's wrath could so do.
They thrashed them all,
Yes the two, too. And the blood-
It spilt and stained red,
The walls, angels, and mud.
Corpses were drug
To the middle of Times Square
Where the whole world saw
God's wrath on display there.
The signs all changed,
And then the angels all sang,
"Glory to our God,
For the sting of His fang.
A stranger passed,
In awe of such great display
He opened His mouth,
He had something to say
"How can this be?
Did these not 'fess and proclaim
Love for your Maker,
Love for His holy name?"
"Nay, it's not so,"
Spoke one of the great angels,
"This blood here was spilt,
So none do dare dangle,
With the devil,
And the foul ilk of his part.
For do you not know
That the acts prove the heart?
Let it be said,
What has happened this dark day,
Was perfect justice,
'Hard works' poetic pay
Profound and forthright. You need to get some poetry into your novel.
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