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Armageddon Calls the Crow
© January 18, 2008, Roy Stucky

You tell me I'm to stand up straight and wait 'til you have dined.
You say it is my place to pace two steps behind.
That pistol looks quite polished in your hand,
But time is shorter than you planned.

The Word of God from long ago.
Armageddon calls the crow.

You think your lack of hunger proves there's nothing cash can't buy.
You heard the Word but traded Truth to learn a lie.
The sorrow driven season's in the wings.
The rich will fall from trust in things.

The archer's bending back his bow.
Armageddon calls the crow.

The lines of focus must converge or else they will be lost.
To step outside your door incurs adventure's cost.
The broken vow unhanded plow declares
The dead must tend their own affairs.

The dark horizon starts to glow.
Armageddon calls the crow.

We're near the day the angel cries the time of Time has come.
The worthy Lamb has caused the seals to be undone.
An angel pours his vial upon the sun.
The kings of Earth are stricken dumb.

The wise men show they didn't know.
Armageddon calls the crow.


Changing line lengths depict countdown.



"I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great."
Revelation 19:17-18

"(Jesus) said unto another, Follow me. But he said, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father. Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God. And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house. And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God."
Luke 9:59-62

This passage is the source of the unhanded plow lyric.

"Thus in practice there is no man tolerant! Many assure us that they willingly leave each to take his own way; yet all endeavor to exclude from action every one that does not think as they do."
Johnann Wolfgang von Goethe



God (forever and ever)
The Holy Bible

Johnann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship (1795)