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Because the earthen flask
Sought to be anything other
Than for which it was made,
Bowing even to another potter,
It will be thrown upon the
floor
And into many pieces dashed,
To be whole again never
more.
Beat your drums all you
wish
I can still hear the children
cry.
Your broken shards I will
dump
and bury them all to hell
high.
Jeremiah 19 |
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