A Mythical Fantasy

She’d been unleashed.

She’d been freed, but to him she’d gotten out of hand.

The man was suffering and Lucifer’s Angels roamed wild. They’d taken over just about everything that was once thought to be holy. Cassidy’s virginity had been smeared in the priest face. Children ran wild in the streets using foul language. Little boys and girls were no longer called students, they were called scholars by over paid academics trying to maintain a job. This is all while the old heads watched. Bertha stood tall as they took her job for disciplining a child. Mrs. Colins fell to her knees as the Mayor took her plot of land and sold it to complete strangers. Gays and lesbians were having their fun too and you could hear the impurities of sinful beast taking the souls of the pure at heart. Live satanic rituals being carried out on national television while cash strapped parents are forced to watch. Everything almost seemed to be right in Lucifer’s hands until I called on what was left of my legion of Angels. We started at the foundation and we fought Lucifer’s frontline defense by chopping off the head of Lilith. She and the Jezebel had gotten out of hand. They held the nuts of mighty prophets and warriors for too long. I resurrected Michael and Gabriel. We took on the seven headed beast and opened up God’s seal between heaven and earth. All that mushy stuff was brought to an end. The wooden paddle put some discipline back into the young student and years of being deprived of a good meal brought the rich dreamers back down to planet earth. We spread our wings in this fight. Watching the woman of the night take root, I saddled up my black horse and attacked. We took back everything, even the purist fashion brands. We even rekindled the magic on the big screen. Watching the innocent souls be rescued was enough to make us heroes. The gates of heaven were opened and the dead and Christ had risen. Heroes came from an old cloth over taking the new school with the fear of God. Legions of mystical angels putting the fear of God in a world dominated by corporate elites and old reptilian beast. Streets of gold soon followed and the great I am took back his Rainbow. Everyone fell to their knees and worshiped, for they were left with no choice. We were all living in a mythical fantasy.