Armageddon
The battle line is drawn upon the sand
The charlatans armies amass sublime
Their trumpeters symphonic as a band
Their fanfare ringing out the end of time
And all the angels gathered on a hill
Their banners unfurled in the morning breeze
And all the world and all within stood still
For the angels they were gathered on their knees
And from their midst arose a girl sanguine
An angel fair her countenance serene
Her voice a flow poetic in it's rhyme
Her name be Saersha she be freedoms queen
And who amongst you shall drink of the water
Or eat the grape now perished on the vine
No more no grass or fatted beast to slaughter
A bitter fruit indeed the victors wine
And who amongst you shall bow to a schism
Your gods are false now lost in disarray
What good I ask you now be of your ism
As Armageddon's lash falls to you flay
And as all the bells in all the world pealed adieu
The armies of the dammed did cower and flee
For the bells they tolled a truth that even they knew
No more no man no Adam or no Eve
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-24 at 14:56
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