So You Say You Want a Revelation?

So You Say You Want a Revelation?

Disappointed mystic exile John,

eager to besiege his jailors

rendering unto Caesar

tales of woe and destruction

of Biblical proportion:

"The burning bush told me.  I swear it's true."

Beware the ides, the armies of Megiddo,

the smoke and mirrors,

the mushroom clouds

invading our memories.

"I send you these frantic missives,

Oh my Christian soldiers.

Do not stray from Yahweh.

Look what He has done to His 

soul-begotten Son,

in a fit of divinity."

I believe Jesus made it his mission,

gave every effort and sacrifice,

to save his mortal family

from mad jealous wrath of Dad.

His words clear, actions legend.

So sad that sheep easily forget,

falling under the evil eye

of any would-be butcher

figuring to grow strong on

the currency of blood.

There are beasts, and Beasts

numbering in legions.

Days end, begin, end again.

Murdering souls in the Name

of the Redeemer.  Oh, the Rapture!

Any sane Judgment would leave us

drowning in bitter tears.

I am begging:

Open your eyes, minds, hearts.

Open and learn.

True revelation awaits in every leaf and vein,

in every newborn cry

revealing pain

is meant to be a message

of active compassion,

to nurture a future

kinder than the past.