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Dec 2014
Can’t breath too deep. What’s that smell? The stench of rotting flesh  
Vile order fills the air, never never will refresh  
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I remember something, something that I read  
The living shall be jealous, jealous of the dead  
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All the warnings, all cries, all with anguish and lament  
All ignored, all ignored…now Death to US is sent  
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All rotting on the ground, the buzzards have a feast
Many many dead, thousand thousands have deceased
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The dying and the dead, everywhere do lie
...........................I don’t even cry  

Jeremiah 8:2 / 9:22 / 16:4 / 25:33 use a KJV only
Written by
Elihu Barachel
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