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Endless are the crack of the whip
    and the rumbling of wheels,
galloping horses
    and jolting chariots,
charging cavalry,
    flashing swords,
shimmering spears,
    endless piles of the slain,
heaps of corpses,
    endless bodies to stumble over.
Because of the persistent debaucheries of the harlot,
    with her alluring facade as a mistress of sorcery,
who enslaved nations by her harlotries
    and peoples by her witchcraft.

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