Knock knock

Knock on the door
As a big sword handling angel
Tried with those huge wings
To enter God's office.
Gabriel had to come in sideways
With clings and clangs.
God smiled in His beard
Not understanding the
Youngsters' ways
Maybe the outfit had to do
With one of those lovely
Japanese Comics characters
And their get together
At comfests.
''Pray, my Lord, why do you
Allow such crazies as Caesars
Hitlers and Mussolinis?....Even
Just one child molested
And all the misery?''
A difficult one, even for God.
''But they have free will'' answered He
''But'' the angel replied, ''some say
You made Man in Your own image,
So how can that be? Some even say,
Like Descartes, If I remember correctly,
That  there are the 'pre-determined'
Chosen Ones...?''
''So'' said God with a smirk on His face,
''THey choose to believe that they are chosen.
Their choice..  They are free to do good or bad''
He added, pointing to a picture on the wall,
A picture of Lucy Fair.
''She was my favorite, you know''
Gabriel could see why.
A beauty to his own taste as well.
The fallen but once so grand, so proud Valkyrie
Who led  many to such epic and grand victories.
Brought to great heights by such as Wagner
Then slung through dirt, slime and mud
By the psychopatic Hitler.
''What a pity.  A huge price to pay
For a moment of insanity''  said as a tear appeared
In the corner of God's right eye
(The left side always rather dark and damned).
That almost made Gabriel
Hide his sword under his robe.
''No need, Gabriel.  You have a  role to play.
Some victories are pyrrhic
But the game must be played...
For the good of all''.
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