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Thou hast taken thy sons and daughters,

Whom thou hast borne unto me

And it shall come to pass,

After thy wickedness

To be delivered to the brazier

Thou hast slain my children

In ritual sacrifice

Devoured within thy pits of fire

All thine abominations

And thy atrocities

Doth thou not remember the days of thy youth,

When thou wast naked and bare,

And wast polluted in thy blood

Woe unto thee, I must recompense

Behold, all souls are mine

The soul of the father,

The soul of the son

The souls of wicked men,

Shall die in iniquity

O son of man

Transgress, thee not

The sword is drawn,

For the slaughter it is furbished,

Ready to consume

I send pestilence unto that land

And pour out my fury in blood

Thou shalt not be remembered

Woe to the bloody city,

I will destroy thee,

From the midst of the stones of fire

O son of man,

Thou shalt speak my words unto them,

Setting darkness upon thy land

Even the moon shall not give her light