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Water boiled in a pot,
With meat plunged in,
The choicest of cuts.
And spices mixed in too,
Dill and Mint
Simmer through.
But see the scum
That floats to the top.
I must now stoke this fire.
I will pile up coals
I will heap on wood
Until...
the cuts are burned up
the pot is empty
the bronze burns
the filth is none.
Until...
My fury is gone.
Ezekiel 24 |
