Poetry

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Flee from the land of the north,
For God has spread you abroad;
Winds from Heaven thenceforth,
Has exposed where you are flawed.

Go to Zion you who dwell,
From the Babylon daughter;
Climb up from the depths of hell,
Cleansing with Holy Water.

His glory was sent to me,
To the nations who plundered;
And He was able to see,
As their army had sundered.

The nation that spoiled you,
Touched the apple of His eye;
Making His wrath to pursue,
Causing Him pain like a stye.

He shakes His hand over them,
Plunder to those who they serve;
To know the Lord does condemn,
The punishment they deserve.

Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer

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