Six hundred and sixty six fiery chariots
blazed across the eastern sky
filled with souls the Beast had won,
deceived by his lies.
The dragon knew the time had come
to open up the pit,
and cast the Beast and his minions
into the great abyss.
The King released the dragon's chains
and dried his silver tears,
the Beast had been held captive,
for a thousand years.
Patiently the dragon had waited,
he knew his time would come,
the Beast would die and the King would rule
with his only begotten Son.
Anointed by the King
to carry out the task,
he would cast the Beast into the pit
and end his reign at last.
The King looked at the nail scars
on the hands of his beloved Son,
then whispered "it is finished,
your work on earth is done".
The King commanded to the dragon
"cast the Beast into the pit",
The dragon obeyed, then breathed out fire--
and the flames of hell were lit...
The dragon folded his tattered wings
and closed his emerald eyes,
softly he repeated "It is finished"
laid down his head and died.
The damned ones begged for mercy,
but no one heard their prayers,
the King took his Son's nail scared hand
and climbed the golden stairs...



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