The Dragons Queen

The Dragons Queen

A Poem by PoetryofProvidence

Oh Babylon the Great , the Dragon Queen

false religion rides the highway of mankinds being

clothed without visions robes of splendor

conceals the violations of Truth you render 

 

The crown you have gained through war and bloodshed

proof that what lies inside your heart is dead

"let the dead bury the dead" said Jesus in passing

you must leave her roads if you want "Life Everlasting"

 

Exquisitely adorned on the beast you have saddled

the chalice of blood shed and humanity have addled

you have mesmerized the multitudes Chaldean mystics spell

consumption at your table the poison of the fell

 

Those who dine and lie with you produced the final generation

those who only love themselves and hatred in every nation

beneath your robes of beauty the acts of carnage you've concealed

but Jehovah by Christ Jesus has them openly revealed

 

The castles and cathedrals tell the real story

money taken from the poor to memorialize your glory

the histories of the nations and temples where you dwell

illusion of those seeking peace but the ranks of war there swell

 

You say "I sit a Queen" to the one you've sworn your oath you've lied

you have pandered to the enemy in every action taken side

the jewels you have garnered are those of hardened stone

dust of your desires , exposed your graveyard of dry bone

 

Mankind likes his "ritual" his "habits" and his "drink"

when immersed in them he doesn't have to think

baptized with the mysteries questions have no answer

intelligence is manipulated by the puppet master

 

Upon the wings of Dragon, these heights you have flown

but Jesus by "revelation" shows you from the saddle thrown

those who really love the Truth from your chains have fled

they have recognized the corpse of the living dead

 

Your stained glass windows , embroidered finery you wear

temples of the prostitutes idolatry of nations is your care

the throne of the adversary the kingdoms of the beast

you have enslaved them from the greatest to the least

 

The communion you partake , those who from heaven fell

displayed by thought and action whose house you really dwell

those who remain in you do not understand your cost

your outside beauty looks so bright but in your graveyard lost

 

God has rendered judgment by hand of Jesus had his say

you won't last forever , your fall completed in one day

the merchants will mourn your loss but remain standing off

beat themselves and bewail , as this day they've scoffed

 

You've plundered all the nations till they've seen your lack

God will lead them by the "nose" for the taking of it back

the deeds of cruelty and injustice wrought by your hands

payment for the bloodshed is what retribution demands


sources Isaiah 47  Apocalypse 17 & 18

© 2011 PoetryofProvidence


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Added on October 22, 2010
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