Revelation I [2020]

The world moans in the pangs of childbirth,

tearing against itself like a storm upon the rocks.

Bleak winds blow across the pale stone towers,

The waves of a dark sea sway in foreboding calm.

The beast’s eyes flicker in a stark deep red,

And the souls of the living and made to be dead.

Over the skyline, bright morning shall break,

Arise all you sleepers, yeomen of great.

When the Man comes around to ask of your name,

Hope and pray that He finds you awake.

Hear the cymbals, the clashing brass bells,

The choir and the trumpet, the fear of hell.

The knees of the wolves shall bend before Heaven, 

Even Caesar will cry, that his sentence may lessen.

Look to the sky where the sign will be shown,

A pauper's army will rise, the forgotten made known.

Angels on wings holding banners up high,

The Servant King on His Throne, proclaims evil’s demise.