I am the angel of ire
Hark, I come to bring fire!
Behold my dear child
Pure light you defiled.
He bowed to the world
Your hate soon unfurled.
Christ gave him the Cross
To you he was dross.
My God stood within
you entered in sin
Your white robes are stained
with the life you disdained.
My babe will arise
to the King of the skies
But you will greet foes
and drink of Hell's woes!
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