Do you think that you were made just to sound the alarm
Did you ever wonder if anyone would listen
Or did you think they all would?
Standing there in the ruins of the city
That word you could not quench
The voices you could not quiet
The fire you could not quell
You who were mocked and ignored
Still there yelling, sobbing, mourning and fighting
Bringing forth the word
Foretelling death and judgment
The one who was chosen
The one who was hated.
But it didn’t change your message.
It didn’t mean you were wrong
Just a piece of cruel irony
The prophet to a hardened people
Who thought they understood God
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