The Last Judgement
So the four angels were released,
Who were prepared for this hour,
Day, month and year to kill,
A third of man thus empowered. Revelation 9:15
There rose a dark angel from the abyss,
A fallen star from a fiery mist.
He was given the key to the pit,
A prophesy rose out of it.
Revolution.
Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...
Back in the days of Kings and Czars,
Dearly beloved, most prudently proud.
Glasses be raised both near and far,
Oh for the love of an LA crowd.
Wilderness hones each fragile magpie,
Tears both stain and broken hearts still.
Withered remains of guitars that fly,
Help heal souls and hopes fulfill.
Marvelous martyrs meander near,
Idiosyncrasies wasting away.
Blips on screens, fouls that fear,
Pestilent parasites caught in the fray.
Rock the child, recline the weary,
Do not allow them to slither away.
Why should a child's future be cheery,
If only the poor are willing to pay.
Judge yourself on Judgement Day.
Born to die, the birthday lament,
Years gone by one can't get back.
Mother must I forever repent?
Everyone's destined to turn to black.
Seven seals sent seven Angels,
Hell turned shelter then to stone,
Lambs and Lions lives are fragile,
Rest assured they'll be attoned.
Hades harbours hazy winters,
Sinners suffer sweltered nights.
Champions aren't made from winners,
Resolution resolves fights.
God is good and always right.
Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...
It's Judgement Time.
Copyright © August 2010
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
081810
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