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The Earth will end in sound.
In those last days, the sky will be red
Over the field of Megiddo and the horses will run
Over it, feet churning the ground into mud as the Lord
Churns the grapes of wrath into that last terrible draught,
    And as he comes to bring the completed brew to its receiver
  He comes with trumpets and a song, his sword compose of bars
    And scales and slaying,
   Breaking the earth which the music of the spheres once cradled.

Description
The Earth will end in sound.
In those last days, the sky will be red
Over the field of Megiddo and the horses will run
Over it, feet churning the ground into mud as the Lord
Churns the grapes of wrath into that last terrible draught,
    And as he comes to bring the completed brew to its receiver
  He comes with trumpets and a song, his sword compose of bars
    And scales and slaying,
   Breaking the earth which the music of the spheres once cradled.