Blood Moon Rising

Blood moon rising above the sarcophagus of man,

etched in an eroding timeline, sketched from the wilderness of sin...

 

…Prophetic revelations littered in nightmare parables…

conceiving a world upside down in a rain of judgment;

as dire days labor upon the darkened reproach in men

unbridled within a labyrinth of pain, for a bane existence...

 

…Ancient scrolls heralding the coming woes in seven seals

break open to usher in the inevitable four winds of destruction,

unveiling the four horsemen of the apocalypse to arise

from the ashes of war and revelation, billowing from its tombs below…

 

…A mantle of darkness reigns over the kingdoms of the world,

as a calm indignation preludes a vengeful curse, awaiting both small and great,

rich and poor, who are on an even keel at death...

 

For the end of days is at hand, as an ominous fear

phantoms the vestiges of heaven in a piercing red purge

that perils across the once blue-seas, to a crimson tide

in four dark seasons of gloom, on a due course for doom…

 

The celestial luminaries no longer impart their wisdom

to shine on the abode of men,

but cast out their dreams in an absence of divine repentance...

 

...Alas, the black-sun ascends to overshadow the zeal of the day

in an ascendancy that looms over the great eye of the beast,

amidst a white house cloud of peace; down-casting the new world order

veiled in a triangular clout of delusion...

 

All the while, the fallen ones unveil their hidden agenda from millennia ago,

guised in the rebuke of fools on the brook of a resurgent renaissance;

for the ancient guard slumbers and endures in sleep, whilst widows weep in deep travail…

 

…And so, the world bleeds, as the Appian Road stretches out into the unison of man…

 

…For there, on a winding stretch of road, amongst the Seven Hills of Rome,

arises a colossal wonder that navigates the hearts of men therein,

before a rising pagan obelisk usurps a monolithic conspiracy

that thieves the souls of men thereof...

 

...Entombed within the walls of the great cathedral church,

lies the abundance of sacred idols and holy relics

that sacrament for the remission of sin, in worldly scenes of worship,

absolving every imperfect way rendered in a lunar inquisition;

till those days are eclipsed and embedded in a rock of faith

to shade an evening despair...

 

…A social collapse within a cultural corruption blankets the edifice of truth,

with an incensing madness that numbs at the heels of justice;

for governments lie in bed with the corporations that execute

to fleece a hopeless serfdom for the profit of a few, as riots and mayhem ensue...

 

…Tree-lined avenues become engulfed in flames that torch up the night skies,

decimating homes and civilizations, where families once bloomed and prospered;

for the day of reckoning has finally arrived,

as Eden is in ablaze, burning from her beautiful garden of enchantment...

 

…Thunder and lightning flashes from the east to the west,

as a menacing shadow stalks at the gallows;

for an abomination descends forthright at the helm of tyranny...

 

...A melancholy mood runs rampant, as the fearful flee from an overture of terror

phasing through a concerted haze, upon a maze of bewilderment

that seizes on the rites of spring, in a haunting theme that debacle the Ides of March;

…desperately cradling a universal prayer of deliverance, by a cup hilt piercing their guilt,

on the cusp of Calvary’s Hill…

 

…Fervent prayers from the righteous saints of tribulation succumb

underneath the weight of injustice, undertaking a martyr's death to seal their souls

beneath the sacrificial lamb of God that saves,

from the little horn of Satan that fates all mankind…

 

…Ancient churches at the end-time age abound on ecclesiastical dreams

in censers of gold beneath gothic steeples of gargoyle thrones,

silently overlooking the dread abundance clinging to a mortal hope...

 

…Rows of royal robes no longer give their ceremonial stride

on purple columns that bowed unceasingly,

but lie dormant to a heresy of demons that await them;

for the bloodlines are steeped in evil, with a trace for murder… 

 

…A world dominion sojourns on a restless whirl,

spun by the glamour and material gods

who enticingly seduce in illusion and greed,

till the inevitable revolution subsides at the gates of wrath…

 

...Sojourning through the apostate church

in cumbered-gold festivals

lined with adjoining precious jewels and grandiose,

as a one world religion is unveiled

on the eve of the master's return...