Dust Off My Feet

I offered you peace.

You refused. Now I must yank

Free your thin film of

Protection, shake it

Loose, expose you to hungry

Revenant waiting.

You’ll long for death, but

It will be denied. Your stench

Will sicken most, and

Bring them into my

Kingdom, so that they will make

Peace, and enjoy it.

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