Take my heart.
I cannot take it anymore!
I am sick with disgust.
Babylon\'s whore has filled her cup.
Her lovers, too, have filled their pockets and their plates.
Their folly on display while shamelessly they take.
My face stings with humility.
When is it I might look around and see not a single enemy?
Where are the carrion birds\'
unfettered, feathered justice?
When will peace and love abound?
What hour will the trumpets sound?
Where are the horsemen?
And when will the cavalry come riding on the clouds?
Fully clad in armor, warding off all doubt.
Secure my footing for me - and do not let my lamp go out.
When will retribution come?
When will angels sing?
Where is the promised Kingdom?
Where is my precious King?