By Kenneth Martin

Written Wednesday At 6:54 P.M.

Chicago

Surely, Saith The Lord. You Have Lived In Your Splendor, In Days Gone By.

But I Say Unto Thee. Surely, Quickly You Will Be Called The City That Burns,

Yea! For Quickly You Will Have Fires Coming Forth Faster Than You Can Get One Out.

Yea! For My Servant Now Calls It Forth.

Yea! From This Day Forth.