LXXVIII: How Good Gods Kill

“Prepare yourself!” said he, the godly man,

to what he deemed the wickedest of rogues.

“Do not resist the will of God, whose plan

shall conquer every evil in its vogue.”

And somehow, that sad sinner didn’t flee,

but waited for the final blow to come.

Perhaps within his heart he could agree

that wills of gods were better than his own.

“Have at ye, then!” and rushed the champion in,

the wicked one accepting his demise.

And in a flash, his flowing drops begin:

not from his broken flesh—but from his eyes.

And two embraced: the sinner and the saint.

For good gods kill by love without restraint.