Smoke & sulphur pour from
my horse's mouth--
the trumpet has sounded,
and one slash of light
records the descent of
a star.
Across the blood-red ocean
Woe, woe, woe
mixes with the hail.
The idols of gold, silver
bronze and bone
have eyes, but see not
my iridescent breastplate.
Loosed, the locusts masquerade
as scorpions.
Wholesale torment
writhes - these are the days of men
yet I must approach the golden altar
and
obey.
Injury. Demons. Hunger and thirst -
all this tribulation
for the sign and seal of a king?
AND THERE WAS WAR IN HEAVEN.....
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