Revelations
A man, john by name, saw
The 4 riders a-saddling,
A reaping for to reap,
Notorious Earth gone chaotic.
Beasts parting the seas,
The rabble praising demons.
Archangel Michael
His sword unsheathed,
And a clarion bugle
From the Seraphim
Knew the Truth would gallop
Forth unseen.
Oh, my eyes have sought
The Glory of the Lord,
And Armaggedon
Rains sulphur and brimstone
On the plains of Mesarrabia.
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