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Woe to those who dwell upon the earth, Ye saith unto the wicked

I shall make ye desolate forever, And fill ye mountains with the dead

Arise, O son of man, go forth to the land of iniquity

Their heretic shades shall rise no more

O son of man,

Thou shalt speak my words unto them,

Whether they shall hear,

Or forbear,

Thy hath forsaken me

Layth siege upon thine wicked men

His blood I shall require at thine hand

Spare not women, children, sheep and lamb

As darkness pours through the door

O ye shall know I am God

Behold, I hath corrupt thy seed, and spread dung upon thine faces

Wicked men shall die in his iniquity

As desolation grows, so too does the hate

The seven who hold the trumpets,

That are yet to sound

This abhorrent life, this weight that bears upon my soul

I shall cast down your slain men before thine idols

I shall lay the dead carcasses of thine children before thee

I shall scatter your bones around your altars

In all your dwellingplaces the cities shall be laid waste

Thy groves burnt with fire, thine cities shall never be rebuilt

Thine hills, valleys, and streams will be filled with the people

The people slaughtered by the sword

Woe unto the foolish prophets, that speak thine words in vain

Thou speaketh yet have seen nothing! Vanity, lying divination

There shall be an overflowing shower, O great hailstones shall fall

There shall be no more peace here, thou shalt know I am God

O son of man, when I passed by thee

Polluted in thine own blood

I saith unto thee, Live

When thou wast in thy blood, Live