Death of the Harlot

The Death of the Harlot

Dressed in prostitute clothing, she considers herself a Queen
To her paramours she has such power, in her garments of purple sheen
For centuries she's wielded great power, a maker of kings she has been
None have dared to be critical, for fear to be banned from her den

Like a Beast that has come from the wild, many a war has been fought
Each kingdom and nation ferocious, each one from infancy taught
The puppeteers are Merchants and Bankers, the nations like marionettes
Separate from light and the darkness, the stage is superbly set

Each one has his place on the stage, the script has been well rehearsed
Now the time on earth for action, and all mankind to be cursed
The music they play is familiar, all marionettes keep in step
Propaganda now engulfs them, as the drums of war beat adept

The Queen now enters before them, they all look to her for the lead
They all have their reasons to conspire, for her it is power and greed
She blesses the troops there before her and then their enemies too
“For Almighty God is with you, so do not fear or rue”

The Queen as “God's own spokesman”, has deceived her subjects again
How long will you oh Harlot, betray your lovers and friends
God Jehovah is watching, He has seen it for centuries long
He has already judged you, for all of your malicious wrongs

Soon her lovers will waken, from the stupor her wine has produced
And realize the danger created, that they have been thoroughly seduced
Jehovah the God of Armies, will put in the heart of the Beast
The desire to completely attack her, till she is completely deceased

After the assault on the Harlot, and religion is completely dissolved
Some Kings will mourn her destruction, but they will not get involved
The smoke of her burning is constant, their adulteress companion is gone
They weep but stay at a distance, for fear they will pay for heir wrongs

The Merchants and Bankers are weeping, who will buy their full stock?
Their ships are there in the harbor, sitting there full on the dock
No one to buy their ivory, Indian spice or silk
Precious stones and purple and scarlet, good things like honey and milk

The churches are barren and empty, no voice of a groom or a bride
No beautiful sounds of singers, or musicians you once took such pride
Your halls of adornment are empty, flocks of people have fled
By your spiritistic practice, all the nations misled

God's people are now rejoicing, they see that the end is near
They study the scriptures intensely, the angels desire to peer
Soon the nations will see them, without a bar or door
They all seem helpless as kittens, as they all prepare for war

The nations themselves are bold, they continue to believe the lie
When they try to harm God's people, it's like touching Jehovah's eye
The answer is swift and sudden, the destruction will be great
The Beast that has come from the wild, will finally meet her fate

The angel now calls the ravens, the birds of heaven to flock
To the “Great evening meal of Jehovah,” the bodies of those who mock
Some were men of importance, some were nobles and kings
Others were military horses, and commanders with decorate wings

There were many that were just common, others servants or slaves
None of them put their trust in, the One who truly saves
After the death and destruction, and after the smoke had cleared
The angel of  the Abyss comes, to chain the one who had jeered

I see a great crowd coming, of those who are righteous and true
In compare to those destroyed there, it was really only a few
Brothers we have a new start now, without the one who incites
He will give to each one His promise, that of exquisite delights