The Bowls of Wrath - Revelations Chapter 16 Poem

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The time had come, the final phase,
God's wrath poured out, in fearful blaze,
Seven bowls, filled with plagues dire,
Bringing judgment, with unquenchable fire.
The first bowl poured, upon the earth,
A grievous sore, of painful birth,
Afflicting those who worshiped the beast,
A painful reminder, of their idolatrous feast.
The second bowl, upon the sea,
Turned it to blood, as far as the eye could see,
All creatures died, in the crimson tide,
A devastating blow, to the waters wide.
The third bowl poured, upon the rivers and springs,
Turned them to blood, with toxic stings,
A just retribution, for shedding blood,
God's righteous judgment, a divine flood.
The fourth bowl poured, upon the sun,
Scorching with fire, as God's will was done,
Intense heat, with searing pain,
A consequence, for rebellion's stain.
The fifth bowl poured, upon the throne of the beast,
Plunging it into darkness, the utmost feast,
A kingdom in chaos, a reign in strife,
God's judgment, cutting off the false life.
The sixth bowl poured, upon the Euphrates river,
Drying it up, with a divine shiver,
Preparation made, for a battle great,
As evil gathered, for its final fate.
The seventh bowl poured, into the air,
A mighty voice, declaring with care,
"It is done!" echoed through the skies,
The final judgment, with solemn cries.
Revelations Chapter 16, a vision of wrath,
Divine justice, on the wicked's path,
A reminder of God's holiness and might,
A call to repent, before eternal night.