FINAL COUNTDOWN..well it's only a story

time of day time for life women don't you love them page three you write,
children so cute pretty in pink turn them on sexually what do you think,
going on for years and no one stops to mention scared i guess of exploitation,
everyone in the room silence and gloom the prospects don't seem bright,
God shakes his head at the thoughts in their heads do they do what's right,
love distorted going on for years women second class citizen buzzing in their ears,
so what's the outcome to this problem i hear them say close the eye forget i see
love is the key and has always been it's just that women possess the most if you
know what i mean, centuries of abusive practice kings leaders and the usual rat pack, 
she's a toe rag look how she dresses they pile in the booze take her soul for attack,
this can't go on God screams this is useless look what i've seen children in pain,
screaming louder the slaps are harder the child no loner just one of millions you see,
they ask for favour and when i answer them look at the carnage it's never ending  

one fight, one final battle, good versus evil, the devil makes his proposal, he had
agents in every company, God ponders his chances, takes up the offer finally. 
and so the story goes....

Ma, what a dream...

Round one,

 the combatants enter the ring, God and his angels in one corner,The devil and his titan friends in the other, bell goes and so do the blows, children the first casualty, a hit below the waist that hurt God says, but the bell rings in time.

Round two.

Devil with confident swagger paws up rushes straight to the center, God wobbles in, the blows exchange women go down in the ring, one two three on the count of four, God gets up from the floor, swerves and bobs the devil don’t settle at all trying to finish the contest before it’s begun, bell rings.

Round three

Devil has the audience, cheers abound, he gives them everything in this round, imaginary success women for selves gold at every turn, God tires but can’t give up, round seven he thinks and then he’ll pass out, bell rings.

Round four

God takes a drink from the magic milk, his head not so dosy, devil wades in victory is sin he lets go with another blast, politician sells out his friends find out, but the devil convinces them to think other, God wonders what’s going on, that milk was supposed to lift me, he tires and wonders why, bell rings

Round five

Up from the chair, God fights fair judas wipes his sweat with a towel, he passes him the bottle God looks and wonders all the things he’d done for him, round even he hopes as the  bell rings.

Round six

I’ll take him now he wont defeat this he plays fair laughs the devil to his aides, judas wipes the sweat off as his Boss gets up, go gettim lord. Punch punch, children for lunch, god aches at the pain, punch landed children all sexualised god falls in the ring. One two three, the count goes on, the devil smiles to his aides, a little child cries out a young heart no doubt, get up and do it for me, God gets to his feet, the bell rings.

Round seven

I had him quips the devil, his aides a little unsettled, as they look across the ring, the man down has the look in his eye of one with a certain destiny. Devil nods, judas tries again, to pour the rotten potion on his head, God shakes his head the potion misses, falls on judas instead, he drops dead. Alarmed at the sight, the devil takes in his horns usual confidence no longer the form, he gets up slowly and moves in, God is waiting, a smile on his face, your going down he whispers lovingly,. Love, children, marriage works, politicians become honest, the plan begins to work, devil has no answer, he falls under the pressure of pure love over evil. One two three the count goes on and on, the audience scream at him to get up, but it’s pointless you see, count out, dead. Audience roars as the ground quakes, a gap opens up, making a fine big crack, they all get sucked into the sea, of roaring hot lava and screams.

 A CHILD ROARS, A MOTHER COMES TO HIS DOOR, THE LITTLE MITE IN BED IS NOT QUITE, BUT HE HAD THIS FANTASTIC DREAM. MOTHER WRAPS HIM SAFELY IN HER ARMS, YOU’LL BE SAFE IF YOU STICK WITH ME, CHILD SNUGGLES SAFELY TO SLEEP, HEAVEN IS QUITE, EVIL DEFEATED.