Zionism is Hagar, and Jerusalem is Ishmael
The Dome of the Rock is the Abomination
The little horn is plain to sight but unseen
So too the Rock, foreshadowed again and again

Ishmael's thorn deep in Issac's heart
Jerusalem never shall be again
But when, not if, the thorn is pulled
Earth shall gush blood as a heart ruptured

Can the wicked's blessings be good?
Does the wicked bless for good or evil?
Or is the blessed of the wicked just as accursed?
And thus Jerusalem blessed of Trump

But unseen, unknown, stronger by the day
The assembly is gathering as Mount Zion
Not one bone out of joint nor broken, fitly one
The Peace of Jerusalem, the Bride of God, awaits

Once all earth was pleasant
All year spring from pole to pole
Seasons marked by flowers
and Food, but for some weeds, aplenty

Then time changed, marked by seasons
Time to sow, and time to harvest
Some land froze all year, some baked
In darkness and cold, the sun longed for

Then time changed again, chaos in the heavens
The day and month and year, no more certain
Stars wander, sun hidden at midday
Unending nights and dark days, tomorrow uncertain

Then time changed again, and no one knew
But for some Magi from the East
learned in the secret wisdom of Daniel
And time is now marked by the Week

And time will change yet again: who knows ...