Drink From The Bowl Poured Onto The Earth

Drink from the bowl poured
onto the earth, poured into the sea,
poured into the rivers, poured upon
the sun, poured upon the darkness,
poured into the Euphrates,
until the Voice whispers ‘It is done’.

Hail and fire, burning mountains,
stars fall to the Earth, ebon blood streaks
the sky, angels and plagues, angels and armies,
until the Voice whispers ‘It is done’.

And the hills are aflame speaking
in the crimson golden tongues of Hell
while the land is blanketed
with the ashes of oppression

and everywhere we turn the streets
are clogged with the desperate faces
of those rushing in anguish and torment,
of those running in disbelief and denial…

…and the Voice whispers ‘It is done’…