Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The Burning

The scalded face
Though gold it be
Does now replace
A fleshy "Thee"

But soon the clouds
With a thund'ring boom
Will strike the crowds
And flame their doom

Unless you're clean
Beware, my friend
You too'll be seen
At the hot fag end

And he will soon plant in the hearts of the children the promises made to the fathers, and the hearts of the children will turn to their fathers. If it were not so, the whole earth would be utterly wasted at his coming.

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