Micropoem #8

Medusa's eyes liquify
when staring into 
my twin orbits &
no Gorgon can withstand
my mighty right hand
which grips iron mics
like one Maccabee warrior
battling Roman troops

i am living proof 
that the power of heaven
dwells within a mountain
carved out without hands
subduing earth 
until the 7000 year plan 
has reached fruition &
all false gods 
fall prostrate
before the throne 
of the Son
of the Most High