In the coming years
Understanding will blossom
While the world of the self-righteous
Is steeped in war.
And that war will end all wars.
Though I can’t really call it war.
Mere killing is more accurate.
And the world will devolve into chaos.
And men will kill each other
In one wave of carnage
Followed by another.
And at the same time will rise
The banner of a new nation
Which is not of this world.
Its citizens will not take up the sword
But will sue for peace.
They will put away their differences
And love one another.
When the wicked have killed the wicked,
And there is no soul left to convince of any cause,
The world will be at peace.