Armageddon
I stood atop the fortress Megiddo
plains in the Jezreel stretching all around
from John's Apocalypse believers know
this site where the last battle will be found.
Through God's wrath seventh Angel is unleashed
by quake and fire, hailstorm now levelled ground
wailing from the followers of the beast
earth and man laid waste by trumpet sound.
But now I think that we knew all along
as murder stalks the French and Belgian streets
that in his Revelations John was wrong
here, now, in present times these armies meet.
As words become fulfilled, then by and by
I pause and wonder- could the end be nigh?
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