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For the sin of the daughter of my people is worse than the sin of Sodom, which was destroyed all at once without a hand turned to help her. Her religious leaders were more pure than snow. They were more white than milk. Their bodies were more red than coral. They were more beautiful than sapphire. Now they look more black than dark ashes. No one knows who they are in the streets. Their skin has dried up on their bones. It has become as dry as wood.

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