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A Jeremiad For Our Times

Alas! O woe! Jeremy, Jeremy, Will gloom make you your own worst enemy? Now is the time to recall your own name, which was once shared by a prophet of fame. He purchased a plot in the besieged Holy Land though soon it would fall to the enemy's hand. Though suffering sorely in a foul and dark mire from his noble mission he refused to retire. He never gave way to cruel Babylon; the resolute prophet just carried on. When the way ahead is painful and long turn lamentation into a great song.

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