Crying for Jerusalem

(variation of psalm 78)

Heathens,
these disgusting toads,
are covered warts,
came,
swinging on small paws,
and an ancient abomination
was desecrate
the legacy of Overlord,
and Temple,
and City -
fallen down...
the ruins.
Night...
After them -
there are dead bodies,
which are eaten by birds...
And beasts are glad:
too much cold food...
And there now
too much hot blood
as water in the river...
Holy City,
who will bury
your children?
Overlord,
please,
let outpour from heaven
a fire on heads
those which to dance
around idols!
They as black toads!
They
don`t know True,
don`t know Your Name...
Be Help
for our weapon,
Overlord!
We are exhausted,
we are hungry,
we are tired...
Let our eyes to see
the cramps of heathen!
Let their toad dances
will be halted!
Let their blood
as pigwashes flows!
Blood...
which they foolishly
named "pure"...
Your hands are strong,
and You are just!
Oh, please!
Save those
which doomed to die!
Push in
back
to dirty mouths
these curses
which they strewed
Your servants devoted!
And we bequeath
for our children
and descendants
to sing about you...
Oh, please,
hear us!