Dear God, Thanks for the angst... Thanks for the shit... Hats' off to Your cunning--- I'm "getting" You a bit!... I "praise" Your "omnipotence"... I "praise" Your "people- skills"... Even though, in "Your" name--- Millions have been killed... By now, You must know That I'm being "blasphemous"... Like when one of us cheats, steals Has sex, lies, or cuss.... Yadda-yadda the hell-fire... The "eternal damnation"... You've got so many people Freaking out bout prostration! Bout what's right and what's wrong Think You've known all along!!!! Hats' off to Your cunning--- Ya got us all running!!!................. :)......:(.........:0........!!!!Birth sign: Pisces
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