144,000 Is a Perfect Biblical Number Trying to Camouflage as Lucifer

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When people love to make things more correct

And lovely, this opposes truth.  That trick

shows sillies scared.  Truth is more direct.

The shark eats up the seal.  Cleaned truth is sick.

The poet and the moth both long for star

As holy guidance, though the star will shrink

But first explode.  Because that happens far

Away, the poet and the moth’s hopes slink

Away to prettiness desired that doom

Destroys.  The black holes suck, the worst of all.

Their greed in swallowing makes bitter gloom.

The background beauties disappear.  They fall.

  That angel up beside God’s throne knew that.

    He fell because he spied the final splat.

© Phillip Whidden