An Awaiting War

A table prepared
A meal for two
A King and His guest
He pours the red wine

The guest indulges
Laughing out loud
Not seeing his King
Not seeing His frown

Infanticide; death
Reigns in His Earth:
Abortion; it's a
Silent massacre

The King reaches for
His cup -- His Bride
Shaking in anger
The cup overflows

A holy uprising
An awaiting war
The Bride of Christ
His "cup of trembling."

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