talk to me Lord

scumbag filth forever

who did all things

but blame us for all the imperfections


enlighten me


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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