The fury of your rage is pain:—
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a blight, a plague of blood-red rain!
It is the might and grace of God,
a deity you dare not trod
on and a hell that raises Cain!
It is a thunderous, loud peal:—
a thunderclap that we all feel.
It is a gale which blasts the coasts,
destroying all that we love most
and forces us to shrink and kneel.
It is a menacing, strong squall
that bodes misfortune for us all;
it is an angry, perfect storm
that's more destructive than the norm
and gives rise to the moon's earth-fall.
But, oh joy! Such furious rage
is removed for God to assuage:
as all in life have abandoned you.
Know now that He is here and true
to you till the end of the age!