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I planted you,
an olive tree,
to be green
and so lovely,
to bear fruit,
But they broke your branches
and cut your trunk to a stump,
kindling it to mere smoke and ash.
They are more than children
with a gift
who know not how to appreciate,
They are murderers with
evil intent,
saying aloud: Let's destroy this tree
so it cannot bear good fruit.
Jeremiah, I will punish
them.
And though they will cry
out to Me,
I will not listen.
Let their made-up gods
arrange for their rescue.
It will be as if they'd
never been.
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