dragon roars boldly, hungry for the blood of war.
harlot, great Babylon, makes her every woman a whore.
out of her, God’s people, from her entangling sin!
don’t realize all of the danger you are in.
his doctrine, the dragon seeks every heart to taint,
he causes large rivers to run red with the blood of saints.
dragon’s armies are countless, and greatly vast.
his will regret the consequence of where their dice are cast.
Death and his companions lay waste to all the land,
God’s chosen shall be able to see His hand.
judgment is finished, and the book is finally closed;
decisions are made. Each man’s final side he chose.
all will seem lost, the dragon will think he’s won;
he was defeated long ago by the blood of God’s Son.
dragon will seek to kill more and more
when all that’s left, is a thousand times one hundred, forty-four.
then, like a thief who sneaks in in the night,
day shall come of God’s triumph and might.
trumpet will sound, and the earth will shake.
every one of the dragon’s host will fearfully quake.
the falling rocks and mountains they will try to hide,
they cannot stand, God’s glory to abide.
dead in righteousness shall be raised,
en route to heaven, all saints shall sing God’s praise.
earth will be empty; a vacant, endless pit.
in it the dragon will plan, and wait, and sit.
a thousand years the saints will tarry in heaven’s glory
repeat to every angel God’s most merciful story.
to empty earth, New Jerusalem shall descend
war with the dragon will reach its final end.
dragon’s host will rise and encompass the city walls,
not a one will step a foot in its wondrous halls.
glory of God will melt all sins away;
in God’s righteousness, sin can never stay.
earth shall be recreated perfect by God’s hand,
forever there shall be peace throughout the land.
sin, the bonds will be broken and all shall have freedom.
all will eat of the Tree of Life in Eden.
thing before this poem draws to an end,
all of God’s people praise Him with an “Amen!”