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One thing about roaring
like a Lion,
Greater notice is achieved
when a roar
is from an actual one.
From atop the walls of abject
fear
I see the enemy advancing,
I scream and shout for all
I'm worth,
but no one milling in the village below
seems to give a hang or firth.
The enemies' chariots of
war, drawn by
the likes of donkeys and camels, rile not
the citizenry to battle mode.
To hearts of I could care
less than less,
the watchman more than did his job,
And while the horsemen did
full charge,
God threw down their graven images;
Babylon nonetheless became
no more.
Isaiah 21 |
