talk to me Lord
scumbag filth forever
who did all things
but blame us for all the imperfections
explain why this unbelievable hell
is the ground of our beseeching
come clean on why You made a plan so cruel and vicious
that the destruction of our souls
is mulch for some new Garden
and why Your free gift of life
has so many strings attached
You sound like a huckster
zeroing in on new rubes to fleece...
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