Poem of a Psalm 74
I see a horde of mountain lions,
Hunting after a heard of sheep,
The lions show their teeth, while the sheep stay at The Mountain Zion,
From of old a place where God the innocent will keep.
They approach with roaring hunger,
Saying: We will finally eat,
The flesh of those whose God remains in slumber,
We will drink until they stop to bleed.
Approaching boldly, they hear thunder,
And looking back at this scene so dire,
The Father of the sheep dividing the floor in sunder,
Cast suddenly, all lions in the lake of fire...
Hallelujah!
