Premonition

 

I see the wrath of God upon your brow,

And when you speak dark fire bursts from your lips.

Your eyes glint cold like points of steel – ah, how

They stab my sinning soul with icy dread!

 

To save my soul I'll heed this warning dream:

For though my tongue may lash my fellow men

With bold impunity, if I blaspheme

I'll bring the wrath of God upon my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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