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...I point to and accuse, is full of self and pride let loose. This man I grow to hate, I wish knew his own heart, the very state. Let when in the Mirror of Life I gaze, I see the idolators in Isaiah's days. Like harlots they flock to idols, like fools they disobey. But a sudden light comes piercing through, allowing my eyes again to see. The very people I snort at and disdain, this very people has ...

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