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Life in the Time of Plague

by jeff-stier

Seven times seven ills arrive at our door the streets are silent Nothing moves How do  we merit these days? Did we earn so little for our travails? I blame God since it is said that he is almighty. He could lift this plague but does not. So logic - that machinery of madness - tells me this plague is sent by God for reasons mysterious.
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