The Plains Of Megiddo

As the sun turns blood Red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
Of biblical proportions, much blood to be spilled, recelations played out and prophecies fulfiilled,
Then along the horizon God's angels I seen,  as mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean,
But the earth's being flooded by the tears angels cried, as the dead & the living they stand side by side,
And the falsest of prophets does rise from the east, and he carries 3 sixes the mark of  the  beast,
As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
So the battlefield's set and the war will be waged, the season finale of life to be staged,
All the major contenders are playing their part, Armegeddon looms closer, the fight's set to start,
As the good & the wicked they fight for their worth, the mother of all battles begins on the earth,
And the rivers run Red with the blood of the slain, as brother fights brother like Abel & Cain,
Then as fire & brimstone rains down from the skies, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by.