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My anguish, I writhe in pain,

Oh, for the walls of my heart;

Beating wildly insane,

As the trumpet sounds impart.


I can hear the trumpet sound,

Being an alarm of war;

So much destruction abound,

Forces from a distant shore.


The whole land has now laid waste,

The encampment is destroyed;

What future is to be faced,

From the slaughter as deployed.


How long must I see this sight?

How long must the sound I hear?

For to continue the fight,

That is prolonging the fear.


For these people are foolish,

And they do not know the Lord;

They would rather demolish,

Than to abide in His Word.


They have no understanding,

Thinking that evil is wise;

Doing good too demanding,

But immoral in my eyes.


As I look upon the earth,

It was without form and void;

Heaven with all of its worth,

That angels were overjoyed.


The Lord said let there be light,

Causing the mountains to quake;

The hills had moved from His sight,

His Word causing all to make.


All the birds flew in the air,

The desert a fruitful land;

Before wrath came from a dare,

Reverted to barren sand.


For our Lord God does warn,

That Heaven will become dark;

Allowing the earth to mourn,

Because of their snide remark.


The Lord has not relented,

Nor will He ever turn back;

Since no one has repented.

Because of the faith they lack.

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