well I tried to believe you
when the thunder broke in the sky
and the swelling seas swallowed
half the lands where we lived
and I tried to believe you
when the waters receded and all that was left
was a shingle made of bricks and siding
and clays and broken foundations
yet I tried to believe you
when your priests moved among the displaced
in ramshackle Red Cross shelter
shilling for acceptance of the One's unspeakable Will
and it was in that wreck of purging ruins that I stopped
trying to believe you and took matters into my own hands....
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