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From high spilled forth a flood of plagues;
Like banners we wore harsh disease,
Bereft of faith, counting the days,
As dead beasts slept in bloody seas.

We curled our tongues for one spare drop;
Ground our teeth in want of respite.
Perching cruel vials from clouds they sat atop,
They drowned the world in ceaseless night.

And still we did not fear his name,
So in his heed for love of man
Called down the sun with awful flames.
We all took the place of the lamb.

At last they tipped the final bowl.
We felt the earth commence to shake.
Great fissures gulped the cities whole,
Our homes lost in the violent quakes.

Feeble, we watched glory fade;
Witnessed ruin where beauty stood.
Thus he rested on the sabbath day,
For he saw that it was good.

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