Apocalyptic Descent - Revelations Nine Poem

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From the heavens, a trumpet blown,
Unleashes wrath, the unknown shown.
A star falls, a key in hand,
Unlocks the abyss, a dread demand.
Smoke rises, darkening the sky,
Locusts swarm, a tormenting sigh.
Faces fierce, like men they appear,
Crowns of gold, a menace so near.
Their sting, a scorpion's venomous bite,
Mankind suffers in anguish, day and night.
Seeking death, but death flees away,
Hope obscured in this dire dismay.
Abaddon rises, the king of the pit,
Leading an army, with horrors lit.
The horses charge, with fire and smoke,
Battles waged, destruction broke.
Yet still, the hearts of men won't turn,
Their sins entrenched, they refuse to learn.
The Book of Revelations, a warning clear,
Of the end times, drawing near.
Repent! Repent! The call resounds,
Before the final trumpet sounds.
Turn to the light, embrace the grace,
Seek redemption in this darkest place.
For in the midst of chaos and fear,
A glimmer of hope, still lingers near.
In the Book of Revelations, a timeless tale,
Of redemption's triumph, a holy grail.