Liberty's Sparkle (31)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (31)"
   
   Tom couldn't take anymore.  Felt guilty all the time--a long history of Catholicism hysterically haunting him.  Darn, the Protestants had it right--give it all to Jesus.  But Catholics want to rip the nails out, putting them into themselves.  Christ telling Saint John:  "Behold thy mother."
   Indeed, SACRIFICE, all the freaking time!  Bowel evacuation due to a tainted adder.  God made Lucifer--yes.  But who wants to take care of dogs?  Humans--just dogs.  The most beautiful angel dubbed Lucifer didn't want to pick up dog crap; thus, REBELLION.  
   And further hence, an evolution into Satan.  A morphing from angel to demon.  A terrorist attack upon Terra's gleam, like them Confederates during the Civil Conflict--the biggest terrorist action upon the Federal Union.
   Tom was wasted intellectually.  Born cursed, like most men, for the hell of it.  God sleeps on the seventh day; next, the adder hacks into creation, disturbing.  Yet baseball was so charming in the 1970's before Terry Bradshaw showcased the potency of the pigskin.  
   Rocky Bleier and Franco Harris, two 1,000 yard rushers, and Rocky only had half a foot, the other blown into smithereens by the uncanny cruel of Vietnam.  They knew--numbers don't matter.  Sun Tzu and "The Art of War" showcasing how the underground and things bright by way of the sub-culture can outshine all things strong and mighty.
   But Tom didn't hate his sister.  Hated himself.  Yet so in love with Liberty--he would do much better, or perpetually continue on the path of counterpoise, striving to make trust with his demons, displaying the angelity of decency, always determined, and mindful of sublime action.