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People used to the finest cuisine forage for food in the streets. People used to the latest in fashions pick through the trash for something to wear.
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The evil guilt of my dear people was worse than the sin of Sodom - The city was destroyed in a flash, and no one around to help.
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The splendid and sacred nobles once glowed with health. Their bodies were robust and ruddy, their beards like carved stone.
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But now they are smeared with soot, unrecognizable in the street, Their bones sticking out, their skin dried out like old leather.
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Better to have been killed in battle than killed by starvation. Better to have died of battle wounds than to slowly starve to death.
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Nice and kindly women boiled their own children for supper. This was the only food in town when my dear people were broken.
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God let all his anger loose, held nothing back. He poured out his raging wrath. He set a fire in Zion that burned it to the ground.
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The kings of the earth couldn't believe it. World rulers were in shock, Watching old enemies march in big as you please, right through Jerusalem's gates.
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Because of the sins of her prophets and the evil of her priests, Who exploited good and trusting people, robbing them of their lives,
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These prophets and priests blindly grope their way through the streets, grimy and stained from their dirty lives, Wasted by their wasted lives, shuffling from fatigue, dressed in rags.
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People yell at them, "Get out of here, dirty old men! Get lost, don't touch us, don't infect us!" They have to leave town. They wander off. Nobody wants them to stay here. Everyone knows, wherever they wander, that they've been kicked out of their own hometown.