Dawn didn’t break yet, heaven got tense,
War in the realm where the light’s immense.
Pride in a heart once radiant bright,
Lucifer reaching for unauthorized height.
Whispered rebellion with a serpent tone,
Tryna flip angels off a borrowed throne.
Thought he could rise where the Most High reigns,
But nobody steals what the Lord maintains.
Michael stepped up with the armor ignited,
Sword so sharp every shadow got frightened.
No hesitation, no tremble, no slip,
Truth stands firm when the lies start to drip.
“You forgot who shaped the galaxies wide,
Who breathed your breath, who lifted your pride.
You traded worship for a counterfeit plan,
But a throne won’t stand on the dust of man.”
Lucifer roared with a fire of rage,
Tryna pull angels to a broken stage.
But a third can’t rival the infinite One,
And darkness flees when it faces the Son.
Michael rose up with a thunderous cry,
Wings stretched wide like a split in the sky.
Heaven aligned with a radiant force,
Light locked in on rebellion’s course.
“This is the moment,” the archangel warned,
“When pride meets truth and the chains get torn.
You wanted glory that was never your claim,
But heaven don’t bow to a self‑made name.”
Lucifer lunged with a counterfeit spark,
Michael struck back with the force of the Ark.
Not out of hatred — but holy command,
Power that flows from the Father’s hand.
Clash lit up like a cosmic quake,
Echoes rolled out where the starfields shake.
Truth cut deeper than rebellion’s roar,
Michael pushed him back from the heavenly door.
“You fall by choice,” the archangel said,
“Not strength, not fate — but the pride you fed.
You chose your throne over God’s own plan,
And pride breaks down where the humble stand.”
Final strike flashed with a holy light,
Cast him down from the radiant height.
Lightning cracked through the cosmic span,
And the rebel fell far from the place he began.
Heaven grew calm as the echoes ceased,
Peace returned where the truth increased.
Michael bowed low to the King above,
Not in fear — but in reverent love.
Your kingdom stands,” said the warrior bright,
No darkness wins when You speak light.
No throne competes with the Great I Am,
No plan outshines Your eternal plan.”
Angels erupted with a thunderous sound,
Glory rose up like a crown unbound.
Victory carved by the Father’s hand,
Truth forever where the righteous stand.
So when pride whispers in the heart of man,
Remember the fall of the one who ran.
Remember the strength of the holy flame,
And the God who reigns with an endless name.
Stand like Michael when the lies press in,
62. Hold to the truth and refuse to bend.
Heaven still moves by the Father’s command,
Victory belongs to the Most High’s plan.
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