Book of Revelations Chapter 8 Poem

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Behold, the Book of Revelations, Chapter 8,
A cosmic chaos, a fearsome fate,
The Lamb's opening of the seventh seal,
Unleashing events, with power to reveal.
Silence falls, for half an hour,
As seven angels prepare with holy power,
Golden censers, filled with incense sweet,
Offered before God's mercy seat.
The prayers of saints, rise up to the sky,
Mixed with fire, they ascend on high,
The angel casts them on the earth below,
Thunders, noises, a fearsome show.
The first trumpet sounds, hail and fire,
Mixed with blood, a burning pyre,
A third of earth, trees, and grass,
Devoured by flames, in a fiery pass.
The second trumpet blows, a great mountain,
Burning with fire, like a fiery fountain,
It plunges into the sea with a mighty crash,
A third of sea turns to blood, in a vicious splash.
The third trumpet sounds, a blazing star,
Falls on rivers, and streams afar,
Wormwood poisons waters, with bitterness,
Many die, in a toxic distress.
The fourth trumpet rings, a darkened sky,
A third of sun, moon, and stars, oh my!
Dimmed and darkened, their light withheld,
A foreboding sign, the world compelled.
Cosmic chaos, in Revelations Chapter 8,
A vision of judgment, a fearful weight,
Warnings and signs, in prophetic array,
A call to repentance, without delay.
But in the midst of darkness, and eerie gloom,
God's mercy still extends, dispelling the doom,
Seek His grace, with repentant hearts,
And find in Him, hope that never departs.