Sub Ratione Iustae Vindictae
'In forty days shall Nineveh be lost!
Rejoice, O nations, sing to hear her fall!'
Such was the message spoken at such cost.
They trembled then! The hills returned their call,
their cries for mercy rang through house and stall,
but mercy could they not, did not, deserve!
And yet who does? Then pray that anger swerve.