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You see yourself as a lion,
Troubled waters around your feet;
Instead you are like a dragon,
Bursting forth foul streams of defeat.
God will spread my net over you,
In the host of many people;
Haul you as a dragnet to view,
A spectacle in the temple.
He will leave you upon the ground,
Casting you in an open field;
Birds from Heaven come to confound,
Will feast on you as your skin is pealed.
Your flesh will lay on the mountains,
Filling the rivers with your blood;
Crimson tide flowing from fountains,
Your carcass being filled with crud.
Your blood will be drenching the land,
And full of you in the ravine;
Turning the shore to a red sand,
Such repulsion as ever been.
The Lord will be blotting you out,
As He is covering Heaven,
And will be causing you such doubt,
No light from the sun be given.
The stars dark as well as the moon,
As the sky shrouded by a cloud;
Giving a feeling as maroon,
And becoming lost in the crowd.
All the bright lights have become dark,
Caused a darkness over the land;
Unable to see to embark,
Since God covers earth with His hand.
The Lord troubles upon your heart,
While bringing His destruction;
Since all your treasures will depart,
Commencement to His instruction.
He will make the people tremble,
The hair of the kings to bristle;
They will shiver as they stumble,
As the Lord declares their dismissal.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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A Lamentation for the Fearful Fall Ezekiel 32:2–10
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