The Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,called out on that Day,Called for a day of repentant tears,called you to dress in somber clothes of mourning.But what do you do? You throw a party!Eating and drinking and dancing in the streets!You barbecue bulls and sheep, and throw a huge feast—slabs of meat, kegs of beer.“Seize the day! Eat and drink!Tomorrow we die!”