where the worm dieth not
Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, the sound of your harps; maggots are the bed beneath you, and worms are your covering. ... Those who see you will stare at you, and ponder over you: Is this the man who made the earth tremble, who shook kingdoms, who made the world like a desert and overthrew its cities, who did not let his prisoners go home? All the kings of the nations lie in glory, each in his own tomb; but you are cast out, away from your sepulchre, like a loathed untimely birth, clothed with the slain, those pierced by the sword, who go down to the stones of the Pit, like a dead body trodden under foot. Isaiah 14: 11, 16-19.
Barb Nicolosi has a photo essay on the macabre fate of Megiddo.
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Apr. 23, 2007 11:32 AM ET USA
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Apr. 20, 2007 4:49 PM ET USA
Thank you. The photos and Barb's text are very chilling. Evil leaves a sterility of both matter and spirit in its wake. One need only look at the depravity, as exemplified most graphically in its sexual manifestations, that has crept into our contemporary society--but one must look without either rose-colored glasses of phony tolerance or the blinders that only focus upon a very narrow range of behavior. Megiddo isn't all that far off from Manhattan.