Last Night in Sodom (Lot's Lament)

Come darkness,
Block the light.
Morning beams,
Burn black as night.
And as it burns,
God's anger will ignite!

His angry eyes,
Like lightning flash.
Must they die?
Those so brash,
Who turn from grace,
Will turn to ash!

Forgotten graces,
We did not sow.
Sin's fallow ground,
Yields only sorrow.
Dawn's first light,
Will plow the morrow!

An ungrateful land,
Will be upturned.
A final end,
To mercies spurned.
Judgment's call;
Damnation earned!