And then
I saw this white dove
Descend down the heavens
With a branch of Olive in her peck
And then
On the end of the earth
Perch a vulture
With a pond of intestine
In her peck
And the vulture
She let go of her savage
The city whore
She desert the gate
And the soldiers,
They buried their amours
And the adulterer; her shame
Then I saw these things
And I knew Armageddon has come