The War in Heaven
Long ago, there was a place

A place of peace, and enjoyment
Where all could relax and laugh
And not take the world so seriously

The world , of course, did not like this
Suffering and confusion are it's likes
(and running out of beer)

So it went out and caused stress
And sent the pain of the world into the place
And there was strife and war

The legends are just that
For I know not what transpired
Nor do I care, in truth

As time passes, things crumble
Some go gently, like old bronze
Other burn brightly into ash

The place would not do so
Though it's building changed
The spirit remained

But was it the same spirit?
Or was it a dreaming memory
No one was quite sure

And then the angels fell
And strife rocked the place again
Anger, hurt, names, and arguing

Those new to the place were lost
Confused by the seething passions
Wondering if this was where they wanted to be

Others, older and wiser in the ways of the place
Decried against such arguing
Tried to stop the violence

One of them raised up his voice
A Paladin, bright and pure
Attempting to calm all involved

Against him was a figure in black
Cold and filled with an old memory
No less true, but with hideous strength

There were those in the place who asked for peace
And those who said they should leave again
And those who tried to laugh away the pain

The youngest of the members of the place
Looked around in despair and sorrow
At the wreckage of so much ... hate

There is a place for hatred and old wounds
There is a time for bringing up the problems
No one is perfect, neither are we good
We are all flawed, but so are diamonds
We are all imperfect, but so is gold
We are all, at time, immature, but so is a baby
We are all overwhelmed by the outside world
Who is not?

But let us not defile this place with that
Let us go forth, together, against THAT HATE
AND REMEMBER THAT WE ARE UNWASHED.

Now, then, forever, together. Unwashed. Fight the soap.