The Day Of The Lord
A tale of pain.
A tale of regret.
Bundles of weeping.
Bundles of sorrow.
Cries of agony.
Cries of despair.
Death of Joy in autumn.
Death of hope in spring.
Wailing in the West.
Wailing in the East.
Tears of death at dusk.
Tears of death at noon.
Alas all hope is lost.
Alas not quite.
Upon my journey's in Rome.
Upon my heroics in Greece.
I fall short of words.
I fall short of courage.
The psalmist sang.
The salmon mocked.
Where at that pillar of strength.
Where at that gifted in all.
But wait, up in the mountains.
But wait, bellow the valley's.
I hear shouts of Joy among the Jews.
I hear wailings in Babylon.
The crier proclaims with Joy.
The crier sings in excitement.
"Here ye sons of Lucifer".
"Here ye daughters of Babylon".
"Grinch your teeth's in anger".
" Drown yourself's in regret".
Burn ye cursed of the Lord.
Perish you children of chaos.
For you had touched the anointed one's.
For you had slain his prophet's.
But rejoice son's of Israel.
But rejoice daughter of Zion.
The day of Judgement.
The day of rejoicing and merriment.
The day concentrated by the Lord has come.
"The Day Of The Lord" has come.
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