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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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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
Life in the Time of Plague
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.
jeff-stier
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
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