I knew the ending

I had skipped to the back one day

lost

in detail; in want of comfort

it was supposed to be a certain way....

the kings led by spirit hands

together in one forenamed place

a name that rock bands used without shame

a Hebrew whisper

the seventh angel

pouring his bowl

into the air

And then a voice

Too loud to hear

Said  "It is done!"

flashes of lightning,

 rumblings and peals of thunder,

 a terrible earthquake.

never before seen since the creation of human beings;

it rocked the world

city once king

now  split into three parts,

countries destroyed in an instant

Babylon drinking the wine from his cup

the wine of furious anger.

the islands disappeared,

all the mountains vanished.

Huge hailstones,

fell from the sky on people,

cursing God

“what have we done?”

I sat on my suitcase

playing Vivaldi

on my ipod

today

must not be the day

after all