"Their triumph was shortlived
their joy only for a moment
they linger in their graves
with souls long dormant
while His words live on
theirs long gone
He wears the crown
preached from town to town
It's a battle they can't win
but they refuse to cease
their wickedness and sin
their souls will be fed to the beasts
soon to be cast into the Lake of Fire
unconsumed in eternal torment
along with the great liar"
I realize who you are referencing as "He" as well as the identity of "the great liar," but you could just as easily apply this to "The Left's Triumph was short-lived..." and "Left's souls will be fed to the beasts" and, of course, the Great Liar as Der SchleekMeister!!
I love poetry that can be read at more than one level.
Keep 'em comin', my FRiend...MUD
Here's my second poem on the Book of Revelation relative to the four horsemen of the Apocalypse
Beware The Hoofbeats
Only one could open the book
even Angels were not permitted to look
the Blessed Lamb was the worthy one
He is Yahwehs son
The First Seal
Four horsemen of different color
each was given evil power
one white, one red, one black, one pale
in the beginning they will not fail
The rider on the white horse
powered from the Satanic source
was given his instruction
to bring chaos and destruction
The Second Seal
Then the rider on the red horse
powered from the same source
will take peace from the earth
bringing mankind a great hurt
The Third Seal
Comes the rider on the black horse
with balances in his hand
speaking of weights and measures
to bring famine across the land
The Fourth Seal
The pale horse rider named Death
brings with him living Hell
with power over quarter of earth
bringing forth a groundswell
of pestilence and man eating beasts
lost souls will be the demon's feast
The Fifth Seal
The souls of them slain for God
for whose testimony they trod
over many lands to preach
a white robe will be given to each
The Sixth Seal
Now comes the devastating quake
causing all on earth to shake
in fear of the wrath of the Lamb
from which no one can withstand
The sun will turn black
while the moon turns to blood
'tis the start of great destruction
more devastating than the flood
But those that washed their robes
making them white in the blood of the Lamb
keeping their faith as did Job
they will be able to stand
and dwell with Him who shed His blood
for the redemption of man
The Seventh Seal
When He opened the seventh seal
a half hour of silence ensued
for the trumpets were about to sound
mankind was about to be bound
Copyright © 1999 By John J. Lindsay. All Rights Reserved
July 30 , 1996