Joan of Arc

Flies as a phoenix

With fire spewing

From the mouth

Which opens the

Scroll of the Lamb

 

And Sodom and Gomorrah

Plea for mercy

But Joan had been

Gracious for

Way too long

So Sodom becomes

A brazen bull furnance

And Gomorrah becomes

The cinders from the pyre

And the mourners

Tear up their clothes

Dress humbly in the sackcloth

Becoming servants

As they bury the

Bag of minas

And hide it

Underground. 

 

And Babylon dances,

Charms the snakes

With her majestic flute,

And the snakes

Lose their arms

And legs,

And they crawl on

Their bellies

Eating dust

 

But Babylon forgets

Where she put the

Diamond necklace

So with her turned head,

She becomes a naked

Pillar of salt, 

And Samson with

The last few hairs on his head

Crumbles the pillar

And grinds it into

The river where the

Israelites drink with their

Horse-shaped mouths

 

And Babylon,

Arrayed as a queen

Wearing the finest of 

Make up and jewerly,

Is thrown down the window

Where the dogs, awaiting her

Eat every part of her

Naked flesh,

 

And she sinks in the sand,

With her livestock and children, 

Rolling around the ashes,

Like pigs in the mud

 

And the partiers in the house,

Notice how far they are sinking

As the sand pulls them

Forces them into a chokehold

While a Pharisee

Makes a toast, dedicated to

His widened tassels

 

And the fallen soldiers'

Heads cry out in bloodied sobs, 

And they are given flaming swords

Made of lanterns to

Intrude the Midianites,

With the 300 men,

As Joan of Arc flashes her sword,

And Oreb and Zeeb

Are stoned,

As their Goliath-shaped

Heads are put on

Display like trophies,

 

And Canaan,

With her body

Covered in gold,

Loses the peace Jerusalem,

Her long-lost lover,

Had once given her,

As she is raped violently,

With 12 parts of her

Being splayed out 

In the forest,

 

And Oholah meets with

Oholibah,

As they find the fruit of

The Assyrians,

Pleasing to eat

 

And the Assyrians

Wake them from their sleep,

And they are taken outside,

Where their names are drawn

As the sand sinks 

Their stoned bodies,

Burning them as the smell

Pleases the Lord

With their sacrifice

 

And Ohola and Oholibah

Are nailed side by side

On the cross

As Jesus cuts between them,

And while their guts 

Spill from the tears in their eyes,

They plead for Christ

To remember their names

As he stares at a dove,

Lighting up the sky

With its fire, 

While going into the sun

Without ever melting,

And with its sun rays,

It blew harshly with

Fire, 

As the house was revealed

 

And it blew over,

Every bit of the house

Destroyed as though

It had never been there,

And beneath the house

Lied a sand foundation,

Which supported the structure

For 400 years. 

 

And the skeletons

That had went into hiding

Beneath the sand foundation,

Opened the latch,

Finding that the coast was clear

As the Jerusalem sky, 

And out of the closet they went, 

As they found wings

That secured their freedom

In the wilderness.