The Mark Of The Beast Poem by Denis Martindale

Across the world his stench began
As he rejected God,
Instead to choose the Devil's plan,
Despite it being odd...
He chose to pave the way for him,
Regardless of the cost
And Satan filled him to the brim,
So that his soul was lost...

Across the world his power stretched
To north, south, east and west,
Deluding fools with lies far-fetched
To thinking they were blessed...
You can't serve money and the Lord,
Yet money was the key,
The bribe that offered some reward,
But not eternally...

Across the world his armies went,
Against the Holy Land,
As if they all for Hell were meant
And bore the Devil's brand...
Though slaves without a single qualm,
They soon found God was real
And in their panic and alarm
Found Death's wounds never heal...

Across the world such sights were seen
By nations far and wide,
On every tuned-in TV screen,
So none from truth could hide...
Their General was the Jackal,
They called the Alpha Male,
But when some saw the spectacle,
It caused their hearts to fail...

Across the world new faith was born,
God's prophecies were true,
No longer treated with the scorn
Of those without a clue...
Repentance formed as billions wept,
The world no more the same,
Then all God's promises were kept,
The day Lord Jesus came...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.