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When God speaks

His words resound

The pious prophet

Can’t remain silent



Mighty words

Used as swords

Against the wicked

Clothed in sin



Three, four, sacrileges



The locust flies

The fields in fire

Evil rises

From the ground



Justice flows

Just like water

In the river

Of righteousness



I‘ll burn your houses

With rightful fire

I‘ll smash the palace

With upright swords



Closed eyes

Yet seeing

Thoughts become truth

And words be swords

Amos the prophet