The first beast Led on by The second beast To fight at Armageddon But fight who?
The king of the north Marching to fight The king of the south But who is the king of the south?
What if they both meet each other In catastrophic combat Into which heaven intervenes?
The world is in the power of the wicked one An invisible angry angel that fights against God for procession of the earth By using humanity and The earth as a battlefield Even now You can see the destruction In nature
The kingdom of God, The kingdom of heaven, the invisible champion Of good for those Who live on the earth And the Yehovah Is the Father of creation
People in the news Are astonished By the senseless Destruction they see As if an invisible giant is smashing things to smithereens
The inspired expressions Where do they come from?
Somewhere in the middle Of the conflict Calling not for God’s help But for human help
The war against God’s Self Took place in the middle east In ancient times Has that conflict Moved site To European lands
These are my present questions It’s hard to tell where All these rivalries Are going
“The antichrist will appear” And maybe he did Perhaps pulling a small cannon Over the muddy trenches Then, one day he was chosen Admired for his guttural smoke and fire And his army courage And he was lifted up amongst some angels That dressed in black leathers And had rows of feathers for wings
The antichrist will appear Like a poisonous flower in a bloody field And grow out of the ruins Like a stone cracking giant robotic That grabs the tail of the fleeing lizard And with his film-star know-how suave egotism He becomes the Messiah to the refugees And promises them the power and the kingdom And the blood of their enemies And weapons from the Ruhr
The antichrist will appear And out of the mountains he came Down into the turmoil of the land Of misfortune and political chaos Th father of the country The new father like the old father With a building program for the people And a social program for the people That was layer upon layer Of graveyards dressed in flags
The antichrist will appear Out of history like a golden thorn bush There was to be no god but him No people but his No kingdom but his And all would be made pure
We are droplets of eternity Shadowy dancers who ask Can I be real? We dance on umbilical cords Like little wooden clocks How easily predictable we are
We are droplets of eternity Released into the sack of life The drying ground of earth Becoming a strata of bones In earths feral history
To die In supermarket earth To waste away Like MFI board on the heap Our bones Like architectural ruin Weathered and fragmented Surrounded By empty packets of soap powder Cat litter trays The scaffolding from billboards
To die in supermarket earth On shelves Wrapped in plastic bin liners Amongst the chicken bones From a Christmas dinner What were our faces for? Why did our hearts beat so fast? As we are peeled out of the night sky Like stained glass transfers from glass
At the end of time Mankind will gather To ask for mercy They who will not even be allowed A burial in the living earth
At the end of time Mankind will cry Its selfish arrogant cry Amongst the laughter of birds
My parents died And were burned in the fire Their ashes were scattered
It needs one heart Living in eternity To remember the dead And their lives Will not have been in vain
What happens after we die? I support the biblical view rather than the scientific view.
You have been in the dungeon of death for a long time Suddenly you are brought up to the ground There is a carnival going on, a gala Thousands of people are eating and drinking Musicians are playing and acrobats are tumbling Here he is they say, here is the next one The next one for what? The next one for judgement Then a group of prisoners all chained together Amble into view and each one gives testimony To what you lied about, to what you stole Then a sound like thunder ransacks the earth
Hey, Mr paper bag How are you? Not too good I was empty And I got thrown away Yea, I know how you feel I’m not empty But I still got thrown away
Hey Mr paper bag How long you got left? Only a short while The wind blows me along The rain keep me moist The sun letssss me sleep In a quiet shadow
Hey Mr paper bag Weren’t you useful once All those years ago When the grocer Tore you from a hook And filled you with stuff
Yea, but once used I was thrown away A non-entity With a short work life All used up
Well I was looking at you There on the ground And I wondered Why am I looking at you? Then I knew I’m just like you I’m just the same as you
The world is a street That the wind blows down It’s beginning is buried It’s ending is foreseeable It’s walked over, driven over Bombed and pot holed It gave birth to villages and gardens But wherever it went It left bodies and graves and mysteries And it spread out Into mazes and tunnels and labyrinths And it ends Where does it end? It ends at the runway The runway that ends Where something takes off Into the sky And it never comes back And where the street ends Heaven begins How do you feel about that? How do I feel? I’m scared I’m scared of heaven I find it hard to talk about I try not to talk about it But I think about it a lot And where is heaven? Heaven is wherever there is love So the street that the world has made Ends And heaven begins But who made heaven? Oh, God made heaven So maybe there is a God