The GOLIATH

In the Armageddon of death,

An unprecedented war is on cards.

A game is gonna be played,

On the cemetery of peace.

The battle of sorts, as bewildering it’s gonna be,

Like a hurricane liquidating a desert.

A war between the king of heat and the knight of cold

But they fight with exchanged souls.

A desert is cold deep inside and

A hurricane is burning heat within.

On one side stands the reckless destroyer,

Sucking blood and being ruthless.

With the shining sword of devour,

The king of immense prowess.

This time the king will face him,

On the other side stands maverick of salvage.

The king of desert had enough heat and fire.

The hurricane bought the cold water, to kill it entire.

But the king fought back with a hellfire inferno,

Vaporizing the cold but suffered a deep dark burrow.

The battle was no longer a fight of force,

But the longed tangle of exchanged souls.

Heat was the symbol of persistence,

Cold is to be impulsive and break with lack of prudence.

“I came to you, challenging your commotion.

The ashes turning white, the fiery sand of destruction.

I had the exchanged soul and your ignorance had to bow,

My body would die I knew,

But I killed your soul.”

The god worshiped as fire lies dead and cold,

The white fiery sand turns gray cold ashes.

He took the battle on with symphony of valor,

Destroyed the god with false soul and exposed his color.

He showed the end to the deficiency of god,

And hence named, GOd LIberating ATHeist, the “GOLIATH”.