Two DoorsA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioFrom the Choosing Sides Collection
The devil echoed with an abrupt tenor of threat, God stood beside him, in his dominating manner, the devil stared, as his demons glared, measuring the night as tempers flared, and lost souls flailing in the light, consumed for a moment, with a cold chill. It took all of God’s inner resolve to stand still. Two doors for human souls to enter, one on the left, bright light, the other on the right, dark night, in the center of the room, there stood a broken child, a human child, one eye, disfigured face, a future for the human race. The child represents no more cleansing of all sins, if evil wins. There is only one choice, enter the door with demonic roars, or enter the door with an Angelic voice, one choice, two doors. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on January 9, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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