Now the hour?

Rumbling thunder, the world trembles
by heavenly hand, stormy air
shakes the earth
Consuming fire

enveloped in massive black smoke
from further than visible
strikes into the earth, burns
an anchor in its core

Is this the day of wrath, now

the hour, the breaking
of the seals, the seething
of the winds, the pounding
of the hearts?

Like war horses swarms of locusts
roar out of the smoke, they fume
sulphur, stab like scorpions
storm ahead and beat the drum

Stop