At Their King’s Cross.

Daily, their hordes leave busy pavements,
And enter mouths, to an underground abyss.

They move like sewage, along tubes,
To feed the city’s ‘beast’.

Arriving at their particular anus,
Would escalate toward desks of excuse;

To plot evils, against God's Kingdom,
Michael's warning anger began with fire.

He taunted the defiant,
Tortures in heat and smoke followed.

Using Law and heat,
He did melt their stubborn flesh, like wax.

Now think of the one held in readiness through
Many ages, His breath of flame, from Ezra’s pages.