One God Therein

All arms devoured.
All cities laid waste.
All freedom taken
and liberty stolen.
No law or order,
save the beckoning of some distant God.
Truth and honour,
split remnants of the past.
Forming a march towards the end
of time.
That all logical reason,
Statistical greed and envy,
Visions of the great and noble,
Can not halt,
Or wish to halt.
That thine art does bring forth
motives of Blooded Virgins,
Lonely Pilgrims & Lamb Testaments.
One world, with one throne,
and one God therein,
with a voice of thunder, preached by
all kings.
And an army of white horses,
Bringing death swiftly,
to all things.