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Until the Lord comes down to Rule,
Tank Taxi's are Road Lion,
War requires guns and fuel,
A Plow-share, only Iron.
.
Curtain is about to Rise,
Upon the final Gentile Act,
'Over-comers' win the Prize,
When Jesus, soon Comes Back

Tanks are loaded,
The Rockets armed,
Weapons, in a row;

Trucks, filled with troops,
Planes, in the air,
To War, all set to go.

Silence gone this morning,
A raucous loading din,
Under sky so darkly blue;

Overwhelming fear of pain,
Within these mortal hearts,
Know, a dying job is due.

Training, now behind,
Live ammo under 'pin,'
A shiver runs the spine;

Loved ones, pray,
Leaders shout and say,
'Green light, now, does shine.'

The growling of the engine,
Jouncing, on rough road,
Quick to settle down the load;

Minutes much like hours, pass,
Packed like fishes in a can,
Debarking won't require 'goad.'

Some, loudly offer macho talk,
Some, quietly, a prayer,
End of life thoughts fill the air;

Too soon, rough ride is over,
Wheels crunching to an halt,
No doubt that we are there;

Gate open, and like water,
Troops spill from the truck,
'Saddle up,' get in place;

Long day of War, beginning,
Check the partners load,
Fear, there's now no trace.

Tribulation, set to go,
Players, ready, in a line,
Awaiting 'Starter's Gun,'

Seven years of Ghoulish fun,
War, Pestilence, Plagues and more,
Ended by God's Only Begotten Son,
~Jesus~

AMEN