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Once there was this creature void of beauty, and form
Looking for affection from anyone who seemed warm
Named after an archangel, Michael who was canonized
Sinner or saint the creature's passions would go unrecognized

He was on cloud nine with the Eve of his dreams
A soldier of Christ with the Spirit which redeems
But the paradise lost left a lesson to impart
In a romance with one of the reapers of his heart

In fact the awful struggle of the heart, soul, and mind
Fell on numb skulls, deaf ears, and the eyes of the blind
Tempted by Satan's demons, giving into seduction
The Eve of his life then became the Eve of destruction

Luminous light radiant in the celestial orb
Is only reflected by those able to absorb
It cannot be missed, only when rejected
Nurtured by nature it must not be neglected

The Creator moves in passion, in reason he rests
Moving toward perfection all of us must pass tests
A lesson that is taught may be a lesson that is learned
By knowledge, or wisdom, salvation can't be earned

Only one poor in spirit can ever rise above
To humbly accept the divine gift of love
No longer will he be a creature void of form
In true colors of the rainbow after the storm