Go! stand outside in the air
Just before the rains
And consder the dark remains
From dusk to dusk
With the sun no longer
Giving its light
That will be the age to come
After God with his sickle
Has reaped a harvest of his people
With their fruits and deeds
In thirty sixty hundred fold
And the chaff left behind
Ready to burn, to breathe sulphur
A warning today,
A reality tomorrow
Behold God now while he tarries,
Otherwise behold his wrath
When it is unleashed.
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