Thunder Bird Dirt Poor Robins

I dreamt a beast
Rose up from the sea
With many heads & horns
It was wreathed

Ten thousand lies
Still trapped in its teeth
Decomposed bloody clothes
And resounding screams

Then I beheld
A great eagle alight
On a mountain aloft
On a storm in the night

Lighting would strike
As its wings would expand
And back-lit the silhouette of a crucified man
Again and again

At last the thunder
Rolled over my ears
In electrified clouds
It began to appear

A fiery shape filled the sky
In a flash
A phoenix aglow
In the smoldering ash