Make A Nation Of Yourself Poem by Fate McFate
Make A Nation Of Yourself
Shall this wait till afterlife?
For exhaustion of wickedness?
That has contorted this world
into a forsaken underworld.
You are a merciful God
Don't send forth thy wrath
neither as showers of fire
nor as drops of rain.
Rather sent forth that new Jerusalem
where souls are subjected to a rebirth.
A manifestation of your divine love
to your own people called
by your Holy name.
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