666! - Poem by Denis Martindale
It came to pass one deadly day the Antichrist was born,
Despite the fact that Christians pray and seek this world to warn...
For destiny must play its part, fulfilling prophecies,
Regardless of Christ's painful heart concerning tragedies...
The child came to this world alone, no twin to hold his hand,
No partner who might yet condone the evils yet unplanned...
The witches and the warlocks knew, alerted to his birth
And so companions grew and grew to celebrate his worth...
And so from childhood worship rose, bestowing hopes and dreams,
So he might overcome his foes, sometimes through dark extremes...
Thus childhood blighted he became, the dark arts' lord of death,
Condemned to Hell, yet without shame, defiant breath by breath...
God held no great esteem to him, God couldn't change his mind,
For evil filled him to the brim, that's why he loathed Mankind...
So wars meant nothing to this man, they merely paved the way,
For domination was his plan, despite God's Judgment Day...
So millions suffered here and there, the toll was great indeed,
He conquered hearts instilling fear so that he might succeed...
Success is such a fickle thing, how short though it tastes sweet,
Ask any man who's been a king, how soon he tastes defeat...
And so the great day of the Lord was prayed for by the wise,
For prophecies can't be ignored when signs shine in the skies...
So be it sun or moon or stars, each heralds what must be,
Declaring what must come to pass, proclaiming certainty...
At Armageddon, fools still mocked, the Saviour they despised,
Yet even Satan can be blocked through God's Son, Jesus Christ...
The Lord appeared, His glory shone, far greater than the sun,
To Hell, the Man of Sin had gone, the day Lord Jesus won...
Denis Martindale, copyright August 2015.
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