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Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
  old voices went astray

And fast on the morning of no return,
  final judgment came to stay

Crashing like a wave was the prophet's voice,
  this time not to be ignored

Washing away all excuse and false remorse
  with damnation
     -forgotten Lord

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)