Rev. 6:9-11

The martyrs, slain, of the earth

Cry for vengeance, knowing dearth

Ask “How long oh, Lord is evil’s hand

Unchecked to strike all nations’ land,

Our plea for judgment, justice, soon

Slay perdition

Under blood-red Moon.”

Rev. 19:6-21 Valley of Megiddo

(Armageddon)

Hallelujah, God Almighty, Omnipotent

Bride is graced, purest linen heaven scent

By blast of mighty thunders strode

Great water’s voice on high abode

A destined mark within this valley

Has marshaled Dark, soldiers rally

To converge and chant, to mock God, holy:

An errant faux of fabled warring

Come long-cursed men, battle-whoring

Loud shouts for war by Czar and Mao

And lesser famed by Prophets sword

Gathered by unanimous vow:

“Crush saints armies of every tongue

In valley’s rift their blood will run”

“We despise their lives in promised claim

By faith’s false premise, bear His name

So, here is the God of Israel

Lost two millennia; we are your hell”

Heavens be split and earth be quaked

Spread over and under volley, braked

While dogs of war in battle howl

In futile dispensation scowl

“Who can make war with the Beast

Israel soon will be our feast

We know their God can’t mend their fears

He’s been gone two thousand years”

“Come, disaster’s master and captains grieved

And crawling, sprawling hideous things

All wanton reveled, unholy demons

Take plains ahead from all the dreaming

Who trust their God for miracles, sure

By our merciless hand shall not endure”

A stand is made as death parades

From vault in raising thunder

Opposed collide, as life is tried,

Dispatched to worlds under

Is Evil quelled by stations held,

A precipice of slaughter

Then come Peace Prince,

Times told since

To raze proud-faced

Marauders

The Lamb is come and bride made ready

The saints are full rejoicing steady

His blood-dipped robe is clad for power

By judgment, justice appointed hour

Riding on white horse is Faithful and True

The marriage supper of Lamb is due

The horses’ rider now claims his right

In eyes flamed fire, wielding might

Saints on horses follow their Lord

His name, the Word of God has sword

Treading winepress of fury and dread

He smites nations, to rule man’s stead

Upon the plain of this valley bleeding

Before the Captain of the Host

He speaks command as evil is fleeting

A Light-Sword, bright, and scepter boast

Be tide crushing on judgments’ coast

See the strongholds of darkness crumbling

Hear the voice of the Lord God rumbling

“You are my warriors, valiant saints

Rise up to valor, engaged by war

Linen robes, purest bright

An army of saints draped in white”

The Beast from inception bore deception

False prophet seeds mankind’s praising

Broad path draws aside by powers that lied

Multitudes vast, small and great massed

Are before Him, Life King, blazing

There can be no doubt as Victor cries out

His Sword is the Word of His power

Matchless His fierceness, through hordes pierces

From His Light Flame, white fire is roaring

As was written, His Prophets imploring

By self-condemnation, through His visitation

Dead Wicked lie still in cessation

Fowl from stark skies descend on their prize

So foretold as to feed on these nations

Let it be known God left His throne

On behalf of forgotten, disparaged

Waged last score with Beast and Whore

To fulfill that no justice miscarriage

The Beast’s narrow play for usurping that day

Bought wage to abysmal descending

He is forever depraved, unholy, unsaved

In the bottomless pit, unending.