More Warfare

The phone rings, and I awake
Damien tells me I am his brother
And he'd like to share the mark six
With me, and he desires no other

The offer-- all the world, lust and wine
Just sign up NOW, upon the line...

Jezebel's soon to be delivered
of a man-child fully grown
With riches, yet with
War and Death and Famine
Holding all of Rome and Europe's olden power
Hanging in her offspring's control
The world has lost it's balance

(It's a package deal, and hell
always shows up with a "punch.")

Though showered by the fallout of a nuclear defeat
and grapes of wrath from the hourglass
of Helter Skelter's aftermath
Overflowing from a demon chalice
Of ill will and deceit

I rejoice and await the day
And place my hope in You

Though the Night may tangle my matted hair
With the madness of Medussa's lair
And scorpions threaten from the floor
Snakes still hiss through cracks
in the door

I trust trust in Your Unfailing Love
And place my hope in You