GH - A Prose on Revelation

This one's nice and eerie with lots of open parallel fifth sounds and some interjectory jazz chords. I know it says, “Prose”, but it's really too poetic to write in paragraph form, so I've put it in verse.

A Prose On Revelation

The lights were dim
And the air was still.
Three corners closed,
Condemned to kill.
The fourth was Peace,
Bearing seven seals,
Traveling toward America,
Forbidding nations steal.
Sounding as the flower child,
Loving dolphins, hugging trees,
Begging the others
To cease conspiracies.
The fifth fell from above,
The one accused to Hell.
He turned it open
And he smelled a smoky smell.

Looking, I saw the Lamb
Standing high on Zion.
With him, the 144K,
With his Father's name above their eyes.
His voice was like the ocean,
Touched by every angry cloud.
He was singing songs I'd never heard,
And the harps were loud.
They were very, very loud.
He said, “Be gentle with the grass
And any green thing.
Destroy all the unmarked,
But leave the hugged trees.
Torment with scorpions' tails;
Make them seek to die.
Let giant locusts with long hair
Fill and split the eye.”

“Teach them the sad, sad song
Of the broken Babylonian,
Who laughed when good men suffered
And splintered their foundations.”

For on, the three beheaded souls
Still witness, with a smile,
Restored as priests to rob the beasts
Of anything worthwhile.
Then I saw the face of light,
And all around the globe
The river ran, unending life
From the blood-stained throne.
The Alpha Son and Omega Father
And Ever-living Spirit
Spoke the word in unison
For any who would hear it,
Sending angels from the stars
With the winds of Heaven,
To loose the chains and bend the bars
For all the Forehead 7.

The God who showed me all these things said,
“Surely I come quickly.”
I glanced a little further down,
To see the end of history...