The Spirit of a Titan

The Spirit of A Titan

His enemies scatter at the thought of his coming, the words he speaks,
Ignites A wall of endurance from his fellow man.
With Density as the mountains, and depths as the oceans

Power is held simply in his presence,
Expressed in matters that brings a mighty mountain,
To the remnant of a fallen sand castle

Just a guy he was born, by a matron of honor, in union with a man of nobility,
Raw in gifts his person stood, and loaded with talents as the mind of a czar.

But Unsure of the treasures measured for the essence of his figure,
He tossed And turned in tumultuous waves of his low esteem.
Separated from the crowning achievement seated in cosmic arenas.

His losses became innumerable, the shortcomings that befell his beloved Peace, joy and zeal. In spite of that fact,
His Faith was furious, and remained his closest ally.

Though it held as only a grain of sand, in time it spread,
Becoming a desert of Stark madness.
In which he frantically buried the nemesis of his passions.

War is not a matter of great weight in thy heart, for it measures only as a Feathers on a pond.
And so, I shall pour until I have no breath,
for the matter of My measure is worth a sweet death, one of glory and a heavenly honor.

For the treasure of peace will not be held captive by the destruction
Of that which is dark, evil in expression, and atrocious in art.
The Elah of my salvation brought me through the gravest devastation,
the Starvation of blessings, and the stealing of successes.

Still I proclaimed The Strength of His name, broken in beauty,
I showed no shame, for the jewels of my jubilation brought me
To heights never felt, with adornments of infinite spiritual wealth

Invisible he was, unviable deemed,
Yet now he lives and breathes as a barbari-conic G