At dusk,
when You come,
O Lord,
let your
scaring laugh
to echo
in the
ether
of evil hearts,
to dismantle
the cities of vanity
let each of
your step shake
the roads of greed.
Come
Lord,
as a fiery
resplendent Lion
let your roar
out loud,
to terrify the
proud,
please come,
when is neither
day nor night
to the selfish
abode of lust,
make this
deceitful world to tremble
and palaces
of envy to crumble,
tear the plans
of the wicked
apart
with Your sharp
claws,
and also false
religiosity
quash it under your paws.
My Lord,
when You come,
walk down the
way of your
uncontrollable
love,
with divine
anger
break through
the threshold
of impiety,
with Your
flowing mane in the sky
scatter the
dark clouds
of the vicious
"I" and "Mine",
roaring loud
smash all that
is wicked,
place your glorious
ferocious
but punitive
limbs
on the throne
of victory,
excise the
viscera
of the demoniac
ego,
chop fiercely its
grip.
