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Accept the Falling.

When my ******* lofty

Thoughts inspire

Me to hate the God who

Loves me, cursing,

Spitting, trampling on the

Savior, I

Consider whether god is

Just a product

Made by Suffering—fucking

Chinese finger

Trap of suffering—creatures

Hating creation,

Or a dual-natured

Being, but in

Stead of order versus

Chaos, He is

Chaos versus chaos.

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Written by
skeptic-tank
American
Published
Jan 3, 2012
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A personal favorite. I just got the crazy idea to try something trochaic.

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