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Lions have been loosed
To roar and shake their
mane,
To tear their prey apart,
To devour every heart,
And flick their tails just
the same.
City of blood
Sea of dross,
I will melt you down
I will pour you out,
My wrath is stoked
My fury aflame,
I beat My fists
I beat My chest,
This gore must go
The carnage must end.
Den of sin
You have been judged.
You have forgotten Me.
You will be no more.
Ezekiel 22 |
