The Throne of the Beast

The throne of the beast is arising,
Extending across the seas;
This throne is of Satan's devising,
Foretold in the ancient decrees.

The shadows of darkness are creeping
Across every sphere and domain;
The forces of evil are reaping,
Preparing the world for his reign.

The state of the world in surveillance,
They note every mood, every state;
The bits and the bytes in conveyance,
Constructing our digital fate.

The throne of the beast is arising;
To many this truth is concealed.
The planet is now globalizing,
Just as the scriptures revealed.

Both man and machine are colluding,
Transcending our human estate,
And into the fortress intruding
With false algorithms and weights.

In the far wings one is waiting,
Prepared for a day and an hour;
As man goes forward, creating
Their own Babylonian tower.

The throne of the beast will crumble
Under God's judgment at last;
Then into the fire he'll tumble,
Confined to torment and held fast.

For all of man's worldly ambitions,
Nothing more than a fevered dream;
It shall be held at last in derision,
For the Lord Jesus Christ is supreme.

Book by Kevin Smead

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