Revelation 1

I see the world blue on the horizon,
floating through a mass black hole,
it is waiting till the equinox,
until the day comes,
when earth will be full of fire.

Pagans and liars,
born from the same disillusioned friars,
and one might come to admire,
his stove,
and their tomb,
and everything written upon the moon.

There is an empty chalice,
brimming with unseen malice,
waiting to be drunk,
tipped into a ravine,
revealing the unseen.

A revelation comes to heart,
most people are too scared to start,
to seek the ways,
to hear him say,
I forgive you.