White Mage, Black Mage

WHITE MAGE: “I stand waiting for my adversary: a user of evil wizardry. The dawn is here and the sun burns. With each passing moment my stomach turns. I grow weary of waiting so long, bow my head in prayer to God’s son. ‘Dear Lord, in battle may I win. In the name of the Holy Ghost, amen.’” BLACK MAGE: “There he is, the one I hate! Today’s the day he meets his fate. His sanctified mystics are droll, time for me now to take his soul He bows his head, but is he heard by God, his son, or the shepherd? Embarrassing are his routines- it gets worse when to God he sings!” WHITE MAGE: “My faith will be your demise. I serve as God’s corporeal eyes. I am one with him above, I’ll fight you with the prophet’s love.” BLACK MAGE: “Shut your mouth, White one, hear my words: You’re trivial in shepherd’s herds! Your God is dead, he has been slain; with lightning spell you’ll feel my pain!” The battle wages on, two enemies so strong. Is one of them above all, or are they both going to fall? WHITE MAGE: “I quickly rise back to my feet, I won’t easily admit defeat. I look in the Black one’s cold, dead eyes and hear his entity’s frightened cries. I know I have the edge that I need to win, unlike my opponent devoted to sin. My soul pure, I cast a blinding spell to send my enemy back to the depths of Hell.” BLACK MAGE: “Not so fast, headstrong warrior! Your spell’s no match for my magic barrier. It diffuses right in front of my face. Your devotion to your weak God is a disgrace! A lifetime of fidelity to a fool, a deity that used his own son as a tool. Prepare to be dazzled by my fire enchantment: a spell of flame to obliterate your holy sentiment!” The battle wages on, to enemies so strong. Is one of them above all, or are they both going to fall? WHITE MAGE: “I uncharm your inferno. Time for you to feel my blow. I call upon torrential rains to flood the mountains and the plains. I feel this battle’s end is near and proclaim my victory here.” BLACK MAGE: “I may have lost, but you’ve not won! If I’m going down, you, too, will come. The flood carries me to you fast, I swear your next breath is your last! I grab your neck and pull you under- your own spell becomes your blunder!” The battle wages on, two enemies so strong. Is one of them above all, or are they both going to fall? WHITE MAGE: “My soul rests, I’m at heaven’s gate. What God’s done I appreciate. I may be dead, but so’s my foe, I rest above, he rests below. The saints lead me straight to cloud nine to rest this worn spirit of mine. I did not lose, quite contrary: I died to give God victory.”

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