The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -7

Joel is my name I am neither jovial or jocular, I am an intense siren of scorn strident with shouts of locusts and sackcloth sorrows, for in my scroll I see the scourge of an army come to ravage what remains of avaricious folly their legions surrounding the lazy and licentious a nation become drought of delight and diligence, and when justice has lost it's appetite with our People's brittle yoke the Lord will return us to our fruitful foundations while splitting the swords of our aggressors and scattering their sadistic seeds into unloving lands, this I view with a straining heart as the cherubim bicker about my ears reviewing the records for belladonna's bells... J.A.B.