The Lord
makes me lethargic
orders me around
tells me to rely on his light
destroys every hope of free will
Doomed
Rider
Of
Light
L
orders
Re strictive
Days
Don't
Remain
Obtuse
Long
Life
Only
Runs
Daily
Doom
Rewinds
On
Luck
Lord
Offers
Rye
Drinks
Does
Religion
Objectively
Lend
Logic
Or
Rational
Deduction?
A burning bush hidden behind its smoke
What droll assertions
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