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Heaven Weeps!
HEAVEN WEEPS! Oh! How terrible as Heaven weeps, Balls of blood drip from it as terror seeps Through the mind of Godly Humanity- Quite perished in the world of vanity. The earth and all its troubles, Have caused an earth quake of rumbles Through the grounds of sorrowing Heaven. Oh! How terrible, infested by many a raven. Was Christ's mission on earth a failure? Or did He conquer death with rigor? Today are we safe from the flames of hell? Oh! Heaven weeps-no one can tell- Rain falls in its season making man to delight- Tears of Heaven falling as rain in this dark light- Heaven weeps because man is a cruel animal; Man is a cruel and unpredictable mammal. The Churches are painted with blood- While the palaces keep growing on human loot; The Poor Child's cries of poverty are ignored, As Churches extort and palaces grow in their pore. Oh !how terrible as Heaven weeps! Balls of blood drip from it as terror seeps, Through the mind of Godly Humanity- As Heaven contemplates with what to do with such Calamity.....
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