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Where once the true man lived, defiantly crass with anger.  A port so far yet near, oblivious to the danger. Terror gripped  in disbelief. Eyes behold a towering beast, like a dragon spewing forth flames and heat,  reducing all  to  dust and ashes.                           
         
          this shall be the plague with which the LORD will strike *

  

Great metal beasts their way  once free, their  rumbling hum has ceased, now stand silent in retreat.  The masks of the elite, faces melting on the street,  the way now  smoke beneath, rotting rusting graves, covered in  dust and ashes…..

                               

              Their flesh shall dissolve while they stand on their feet,*

Corrupt and wicked  men, never exposed, ever succeeding. No God with us, a  man dances with his mistress in the wicked city.  Their throne to Babylon rises high and higher still, till the corrupt are consumed in their vile descension.   Voices silenced, heard no more, covered in dust  and ashes.                                    

                   Their eyes shall dissolve in their sockets,*

Inequity abounds as men and women play. At being what they’re not. The narrow way they will not tread, but the broad way to destruction. True intentions now revealed, dust and ashes consume, their hearts spill forth  vile corruption.

                               

                 And their tongues shall dissolve in their mouths.*

Fair city , its god the leaders own, will soon rear up to devour. Nothing hidden, all revealed, in this its final hour. Where once the war was civil, a man preserved in stone, a tear runs down the face, where dust and ashes  roam.     

*Zechariah 14