MARK OF THE BEAST

This is a free-form poetic commentary on the Mark of the Beast. It will be included in my book, "Return to Babylon, Cultic Elements, The Church." 

THE MARK OF THE BEAST

A poetic commentary

Six, six, six hundred and sixty-six.

It’s that simple. The mark you take is no mistake.

Left behind? Oh no!

You knew, you denied, you cried and cried,

Yet Christ you crucified again and again and again … and again.

Standing before the judge you bawled, “I didn’t know,

I thought, I thought…” you thought what?

That Christ denied – the mark implied no final consequence – what nonsense!

All who take such liberty will find their destiny in gnashing teeth and fire unquenched. Make no mistake LaHaye and clan will join you there by popular demand.

The book is clear, all who take the mark have voted with their forehead and their hand.

Give me bread alone they’ve said, I’d rather be fat when dead.

A starving corpse for Christ proclaimed amen – feeds not the passions of carnal men. No! The bank, the store, the belly and the gold dictate the heart and whom you serve.

Should martyrs died – tortured and crucified be trod under foot without a care?

No! But they will. Oh yes they will.

Brother against brother, son against father and mother against daughter.

The sword divides. Truth takes sides.

Make no mistake. The mark you take cannot be erased.

Its permanence exceeds our simple minds – eternity?

What is that, but one small spot?

No. Eternity does not stop.

The mark goes too and forward through the hall of time, and on and on and on.

Rub and scrub, as you will,

Like Macbeth the damned spot indelibly etched will not lift and will not fade,

But lasts and lasts from age to age unchanged. Eternal.

Now think a spell, a spec or two, a tittle and a jot of time,

And you will know that six and six and six are death,

Forever damned – damned and damned.

Eternity is a long long long time.