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trust.

Oh, Iconolater, your mind is sealed; you bow down to lust.

In lust you desire to make flesh clean, but flesh

Is flesh and dung is dung, what difference is there between?

Dung and flesh to the dust they go and after are the same,

So where is your power oh idol, to make dirt be clean?

Blind ones, you deceive yourselves, to the idol you are a slave.

It transforms the mouth that gives God praise, into an open

grave.

Fig leaves are your covering, and your sacrifice of Cain.

God will not accept it, and the world can see you’re vain.

Abiram, Kora and Dathan, your fathers they served the idol

well.

They cried holy, we are holy, as they were swallowed up by

hell.

Weep and cry you grafted branch, lest you be pruned and

burned,

For the meaning of this prophesy, cannot by flesh be learned.

For his sheep, they know his voice, to him they will be true.

Come out and be ye separate, iconoclast be you.

For the word, it is spirit, and also it is life;

And the flesh, it is worthless, to whom the Lamb has called his