"for I believe with all my heart
that Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal"
---
Al Gore,
Columbine Memorial Address
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Lucifer in white decided to play with matches, trying to blindside He that shaped the world within the fissures of His eternal mind. He, the Fallen, attempted to write in the Lamb's Book with drops of twisted hemoglobin, trusting his own words to ursurp the story written before He was a fleck in the Spirit's mind.
Witness now legion angels descending as thunderbolts; each sword and shield a lighthouse in noon's night; protecting the innocent from errant steel. Clever fingers that stroked the pearl gates brushed tubes of iron, breaking down the bonds of chemical mortality stored within.
Is it not possible that He who rained sulfur on Sodom and Gamorrah could trap a tiny inferno in metal walls?
Yea, blood ran in rivers over yellowed pages and blades of grass, painting doorways with the Passover sign. Martyrs cried 'yea' and stood as bastions against barreled hate. Bullets pierced wrists and ankles; witless demons carved crucifixion scars, twisted in their eyes to look like Iron Crosses; black heroism that carried them straight to Brimstone gates.
Is it not possible that He who brought life from the Cat's tail and wooden planks could bring healing from bleak bullets?
Witness now the stainless doves soaring from His opened hands, as angels strike a fearsome harmony on silver harps. His love is a victory march; played at a tempo unexpected by the false divine.
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Otherwise, I liked how you were able to end a piece about such a tragic happening on a blessedly hopeful note. The image that came to mind was of the girl (I cannot remember her name) who unashamedly replied to her soon-to-be murderer, "Yes, I do believe in God." This is a powerfully written piece.
