Living like you do not want to go:
You've reap what you never sow.
You sit on the castle of your tongues,
Tossing inhabitants with your throng.
'I am your God', you've said.
Even your word will be to you rod.
You feed with 'Manna':
Biding them to ooze tears like Hannah.
Your bone will be broken:
Your life will be given to death as a token.
YHWH will not pardon you:
For thou have been weighed and drown in guilt:
Even you your guilt will slew.
Till you're purge and bake new.
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