From Rome To Arabia
The stories they wrote are long gone.
Some hearts will never call to mind the rules,
while others know nothing of their existence.
Twelve, the chosen,
but few told the story of redemption;
they forfeited common lives for the sacrifice.
In the place of the devil’s seat …
some device deceptions
and think to change the principles,
as Daniel predicted.
He sits as God, the holy father,
with endowed permission
to pardon transgression
and chastise the guilty;
the son of perdition he is, her chosen.
A woman riding high on the back of a beast;
a wife, double-crossing her husband.
Solemn voices seek her guidance.
She is a mother, a mother of gods.
She makes war with the blameless,
and wore-out the people.
Her path is an illusion of peace.
A child was born of her;
he claimed himself a prophet,
making Gabriel a liar and an accomplice.
In his spirit, they destroy the people
and the rules of the book.
He took their God, and makes him demented.
He offered rewards in God’s new name saying,
“Hunt for the infidels the world over;
make war with them,
be relentless”
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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