Could Christian Fundamentalism be the dread AntiChrist,
 and greedy Wall Street his ravenous Beast?
Could the Second Coming be prides of young
claiming back the streets?

Could Prophecies feared and hoped
to bring Sinners to our knees
to lift the Holy into just reward
by Blessed Hero’s mighty sword
defending, avenging the meek —

Could that parade be before us,
just not the scene we believed,
preached to prove the righteous right?

Has the final fight foretold been taking form,
storm clouds positioned for a hard rain to fall,
untidy time of transition as soothsayers call,
alarm bells chime?

Is the end of this trial of dependence nigh?
Can we break the Jesus code, create out of
Apocalypse our own golden age, reign
of Peace?

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