As on the day of the great heavenly battle, I, with the Lord,
saw the satan fall from heaven, I watch him, at set times, approach God’s
throne. I, Michael, the archangel, who
defeated the liar before God made man, share with you, the creature, a glimpse
of what you will see for all eternity.
As it was on the day the satan accused Job, the time came
for the accuser to stand accused, giving an account before God. It is always the same. The liar lies to his demons under his
oppression as he departs his dark kingdom and leaves his dark throne. “Fair well, princes of darkness. I go now to receive worship from the so
called creator, his so called creation, and the so called heaven.” “Hail, Lucifer, son of the morning!” “I receive your praise, as I receive all
praise,” the satan says, with the smirk of pride personified…until he leaves
his assigned realm of darkness. I always
see this.
Entering light from his assigned eternal night, his face
quickly changes. He is ensouled
hate. Hate mind. Hate emotion.
Hate volition. Hate in
motion. Hate moving towards love,
unloved. Ascending from the night into
the light, approaching slowly the pearly gates, he waits. Shivering as in earth’s winter cold, the
satan becomes hesitation. He is four
steps away from God’s gates.
I hate me.
The first step is taken.
The last three he cannot imagine.
God hates me.
Step two nearly broke the spirit who is now nothing.
Then the part comes that the accused accuser dreads the
most; it always came at his third step towards the gate of heaven.
Heaven hates the
satan.
He heard them all in unison, and is the personification of
heart broken barren existence. The last
step undoes him, with the last words of his unwelcome:
Creation hates the
satan.
I, Michael, the
archangel, saw the accuser accused.
Ugly.
Stupid.
Weak.
Naked.
And Ashamed.
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