Where are your children?
A treasury of graces I have poured upon you, but you have turned your back on the Author of Life and in your pride your once great country lies in ruins.
Fallen! Fallen! Is Babylon the great!
Your streets run red with the blood of the innocent.
Blood on your hands!
A leader of the nations I appointed you.
No more! Enough I say!
A bowl of wrath I pour upon you.
You have been weighed and found wanting.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me the courage to print this word.
Utterly Thine, O Lord.