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Dismembered brain –
I pray I live.
To sad, sad talks
Beneath the guts
A cult of hurts
And questions tough
To ask me why
A righteous one
Should suffer such
Thy question pause:
If satan's car
But hits a saint;
No problem –
God is the driver.
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