The Scarlet Beast - A Poem

[angellionel]

Recent news and events around the world remind us that the support for religion in general is fast eroding. The day of Babylon's downfall and the removal of all man-made governments is drawing nearer. What a wonderful day that will be! It is a thought I hope to capture within this poem.

 

The Scarlet Beast

 

The tempest surges from the sea—
    The sea of humankind.
And from that storm appears a beast
That had been thought to be deceased;
    With kings it has aligned.

 

And on its back, a harlot rides;
    She's dressed in purple-red.
She orders all to stand behind
The loathsome beast, where they will find
    An end to days of dread.

 

O Babylon, how blind you are;
    The beast will be your death!
It will cast down your wicked crown
And tear away your crimson gown;
    So ends your sinful breath.

 

But then the beast will meet its end
    When Armageddon starts.
Unending peace will come from God,
For mankind's rulership is flawed
    And fueled by wayward hearts.

 

And finally, when all is done,
    We'll see a wondrous dawn!
The scarlet beast will be no more,
Not even wars nor men who roar;
    The wicked ones are gone!