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And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
And he answered:
Why should I join with those in Play,
In whom I've no delight,
Who curse and swear, but never pray,
Who call ill Names, and fight.
While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring
Across the infinite expanse of day;
While red or green, before their posturing King,
The massed battalions break and melt away;
In agonizing ill
Of God's omnipotence
We meet in an evil land
That is near to the gates of hell.
I wait for thy command
To serve, to speed or withstand.
I skipped and ran across the field
To find love so that this world can be healed
This world was hurt with evil’s knife
I wanted to fight and bring it back to life.
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.
Sympathetically I observe
The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
HALF close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
They have spoken against you everywhere,
But weigh this song with the great and their pride;
It comes oozing
out of flowers at night,
it comes out of the rain
A black Christian's paradox. One, God exists. Two, God is an all-power all-knowing and benevolent. Three, a benevolent being would want to prevent all evil. Four, an all knowing being foresees every evil and means of preventing that evil. Five, an all-powerful being has the power to prevent evil from happening. Six, a benevolent being would do everything in its power to prevent evil. Seven, if there exists an all-powerful all-knowing and benevolent God then no evil would exist. Eight, evil exists. Nine, parishioners were killed while praying to God. ten, fingers clamps around a weapon turned a body of believers to holy for words and there are no holy words to fix this. There are no scriptures that can quiet this cognitive dissonance. God if you exist why aren't you listening. What could they ask for in your son's name. What part of that amen made a man see a sanctuary as suitable for shooting a major house. A mass with stained glass, ground and fused your children's blood shed for the sins of men. But I can feel no safety, not in my home, not in my neighborhood, not in my schools, not in my job, not at churches. God how many more bullets will pick black bodies as places to worship. Our chests makeshift cathedrals for shell casings. Our lives, nothing more than mourning songs set up for you to get the glory. How long will our welling groans and gnashing teeth be the hymnals that angels sing their feet. God if you exist why aren't you listening, or are you? Is our suffering soothing as nature sounds? Should we Christian though our cries until our voices quake to the clouds. At that point would mercy reign? At that point would justice reign be only just another rainy day? Another face, another name forgotten that it was fearfully made, wondrously created in your image. God do you still see us in your image? Do you see us God your earthbound children, the ones of us who suffer for the sake of your righteousness? Those of us who are too bronze and clay colored for comfort. Do you see us, God? We are dying to know if you still notice.
Guru Evil is tapping my telephone.
Guru Evil keeps sending me crazed e mails.
Guru Evil chills me to my very bones.
Guru Evil tells a great deal of tall tales.
Art destruction by ISIS is a shame to Muslims
Reality is culture shown without destruction
Time is culture shown without shame of destruction
Syrians run away from shame
Not to dim,
The light on evil.
In darkness evil survives.
chance to change the road.
I am sad to say.
Art destruction by ISIS is shame to Muslims
Why can't you back away from evil.
And not be part of it.
What is it that evil attracts.
You feel keeps you relaxed.
Art destruction by ISIS is shame to Muslims
Pray Syria be free
Pray Yearly difficulty happens within Syria
Pray Reality is but a moment in time oh Syria
Pray In living life within love of laughter oh Syria
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