I must work harder to forgive my foes
and accept the judgment of a less-than-loving God
oh how Life sucks
every drug or piece of sex or submission to "da Lawd"
weighing on every one of our joys and all
we'd need to endure the divine heartless
I'll keep on trying but not with any promises
if God can let us hang like this then really who needs Him?
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