The Great Conqueror

The two greatest men in history died at thirty-three.
One, like Satan himself, conquered the unconquerable.
He laid the stones of Tyre into causeways, and his armies
Passed upon them into the isle,---it fulfilled prophecy
As a wise, good hearted preacher once said.
Years before, Nebuchadnezzar laid siege to it by the Trojan Horse.
Yet this, this conqueror scraped the town to the foundations
And built causeways out to the inner island.
It's been said before.

The other, Christ, none truly believe will bear a sword.
They say of Him, "He is gentle, soft, like a blanket
"Which a toddler carries upon his arm, and suckles his fingers
"And cries to." I say, yes, a toddler does this, yet a mature
Christian ought to feed upon more than milk and honey.
The mature Christian ought to look upon the nations
And see war, that this is what Christ will bring at the end.
A sword, which many tens of thousands, a greater
Army than Alexander's, shall purge the seas
And lay the valleys with blood to the coasts.
He will, in one day, accomplish justice, while the saints
Are huddled like Noah in their mystical arks---
They shall never see it, nor taste of it.
They shall huddle together with love
When Daniel's vision shall be accomplished.
We shall look up, and see our bless'ed conqueror---
And we shalt then be carried up, before
The great and mighty battle; where those rotting corpses
Shall remain in the marshes of hell for eternity. Those who remain,
The small remnant we are, shall inherit the Earth,
Never having tasted wrath; but like Jeremiah,
Shall bear our burdens, when we warn
Men not to ask, "What is the Burden of the LORD?"
We will say to you, "It is thou, o foolish man!"