Isaiah Dunne

Isaiah Dunne
 
My humble abode was looted, and the truth was eluded by lies/
So their infants will be dashed to pieces, right before their eyes
All their wives shall be ravished, as I destroy the sinners within/
I will punish these people for their evil, & the wicked for their sins
I will overthrow all of my enemies, like God did Sodom & Gomorrah/
The rising sun will be darkened, & the light will not shine tomorrow
They will be forced to look aghast at each other, their faces aflame/
And will writhe like a woman in labour, whose baby died on the way
Whoever is caught on this cruel day, will then fall by the sword/
As no compassion will be shown to their children, so say the Lord
Like a corpse trampled underfoot, they will not join them in burial/
For they must live to witness the terror, of the killing of their people
The offspring of these wicked peoples, will never be mentioned again/
Preparing a place to slaughter sons, for the sins they have no shame
Oh, the raging of my many enemies, they rage like the raging sea/
For now I will remain quiet, yet when they rebuke me, I will not flee.
 
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