Revelations

I am the woman clothed with the sun. My head crowned with stars, and the moon at my feet. Above you all, I am your mother, free from sin, free from pain. Rays like ribbons wrap my skin. Warmly I glow. I am not the woman clothed with the sun.

I am the whore who rides the dragon's back. All of Babylon crumbles at my feet. Below you, but more powerful, you ride your sweet seducer. All of mankind is ripe for my taking. Flames tear through the dark sky from my lover's mouth, my thighs spread wide. I am not the whore who rides the dragon's back.

I am the beast who's sign marks your face. A more tempting seducer, I used fear and power to lure you. Now the world is mine for destroying, and the damned still praise my name. Ignorance is my brother, and all the faithless crouch, trembling, before me. I am not the beast who's sign marks your face.

I am the people, scared and damned. Impatiently, I wait for my Savior. He will never come for me. Not long from now the dragon will consume me too, but no amount of repentance can save a marked soul. Tears are my last barrier from truth. I am not the people, scared and damned.