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God's ire may come
in the form of a sword
to bathe in rebel blood,
It may come as well
in the form of raging fire,
whose smoke forever rises,
It may come in the end
as stones of emptiness
stretch across barren land,
But nothing's worse than
when Heaven rolls up silent
like a scroll to be read not again.
Isaiah 34 |
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