Revelation
Heaven's lampstand is in it's umbilical
surrogate station, feminine machine,
golden crystal-mobile nannying the fore-runner of the King of Kings.
A mothering stalwart-synth-work-Defender,
of the sustainment of moonchild in star-chamber.
Babe
in squirm in embrionic sac as the world turns,
as it burns.
Angel with the rainbow above it's head- stands
with one foot on land and one in the sea,
holds up the child symbolicaliteraly to offer
the last Prophet to the Throne of the Almighty.
An event for all to witness as foretold
and told again in the signs ongoing
and not so long ago.
The time has waned to wax ripened- for the harvest.
The scales in sway in their tax
of the prophecy underway.
Hand descends to scoop up from the womb
and nurture the spirit at the Altar of God,
his Throne Room, alive with activity,
where also is the four Living creatures,
each turning to see.
As the moon moves into the scales,
at the foot of the Woman
with a crown of twelve stars above her head in Leo
the Maiden of the King.
A scepter by her side and the three stars
that make it up, as the iron of the abide
the bottom line.
The Woman is about to give birth
and must fly towards the wilderness
on the Great wings of the Eagle of Vulcan
and of everything
and be nurtured for a time,
with everything she needs, away from the hateful city.
The Holy Spirit will protect her from the Dragon
who seeks to devour the Woman and the child.
...and so it begins...
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