A psalm of imprecation

A Psalm of Kayla
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Oh God,
Snatch the helpless from the jaws of the enemy!
Apathy is a cunning spider,
She spins a web of carelessness,
A large-encompassing snare,
She numbs her prey with pleasure,
She stealthily binds
With sinewy strands of doubt.
Her victims are lulled
And are slaves to her hunger
Before they know she exists.
Deliver them, oh God!
Rouse them to their danger!
Slice their bonds!
Cause Apathy and her prey to see
Your glory.
The rescued will worship,
Apathy will cower,
She will shrink to
Nothing
In Your presence.
Stamp her out
So that all that remains
Is a mangled corpse
And a loathsome pool of purple.
Then let Your hand of grace
Raise those who are now
Free
To Yourself
Ignite
Your passion,
Let it be a beacon to a murky world,
And all peoples will stand
In awe
At Your salvation.