Revelation 16:1 Then I heard a loud voice from the temple telling the seven angels, “Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God.”

God buffets to waken Babylon the Great
From her self-satisfied sanctimonious weight
To shake and rattle and to de-create
To awaken the lost from her slumber.
Unmoved she continues to rage and cry
Of the unjust hardness of life under the sky
Never considering, to think to ask why
She is never satisfied with the plunder
And so the predatory harlot she plays
Stalking her lovers as a lioness does prey
To receive in due time her punishment that day
Announced by Thrice Throned Thunder
My foundations the Lord’s lightening shakes
My Great Pride splits in thirds with shattering soulquakes-
Cursing while hail falls upon my brow to break
That I may receive the finished wonder.

(c) Randy Edwards