When the last great storm
Breaks over the world
And the winds whip wild
And the vials are hurled
To the earth and the piled
Plagues burn in the worm
When God’s final wrath
Sets His hearth ablaze
And the nations quake
At the end of days
The Jew at the stake
Finds Christ on his path
The close of the age
Is an upward slope
On the long dark haul
Where the sane ones grope
And the mad ones maul
The Word on the page
Of the Lord
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