Jesus cursed a tree once
Cause it had no fruit
The tree withered to the root

Be like that tree then
Only pleasing to the eyes
Waiting for a season that may never come
Only to be cursed for bearing no fruit

Do not wait for others
Do not wait for the right time
By then it will be too late

For the Lord will find your hands empty
And empty you will be cast away
The Spirit works through the willing
This is your last chance

Do what He says
What He asks is not hard
Sign the Eastern Way, spread the Word

Amen

So when I curse what is evil in the Lord’s Name
Do not be appalled by it
Rejoice, for Justice comes in its wake