Intergalactic Summit

The grapes are ready
The wheat stands ripe
The reckoning is coming
May be here tonight

The golden den of vipers
The ball they fumble
Their system's shambles
They watch it crumble

Luminaire’s prophets
They scream aloud
Crying for their sons
Too come make them proud

All their lies
Have come to fruition
All to disguise
The son of perdition

The red locust army
Has consumed so much
Everyone's lazy
Their leaders are glut

They've been exposed
For whom they are
The sons of Matar
Have gone too far

A choice she gave
From the beginning
They took the left
And kept their sinning

The final battle
Is soon to unfold
Throughout all history
Its story's been told

All generations
Have fought the fight
Religious, political
Military might

You've tested each soul
In Your own way
And we are at last
A spiritual play.

A rather pacifistic sermon to come from a militia member, I must point out.

All that war wants is peace. It proves that the worst loss, Is a loss that was gained by a win.