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Is God sorry about free will & why give birth to demons like Henry Lee Lucas and Ted Bundy, and the child abusers I don't see the sense, stranger, playground and my mother's fists.... the tangle strangulation The rope gets in a twist of an ankle graying blistering My demons hesitating but escapes my drinking, and I come out the least of so called understanding of holy great wisdom. I don't wish to be born for this, We are born to be delivered & death, but what awaits us in hell or heaven? At least even God carries an ultimate sin, so the birds flutter always in perfect sync.

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Date: 8/1/2025 4:07:00 PM
certainly thought-provoking words. I, too, ponder what waits for me in heaven or hell.....or may heaven and hell are here on earth, made real by our personal choices? Much to think about. Sara
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Date: 8/1/2025 9:52:00 AM
A very evocative piece. Excellent poetry, that last line sent me. xomo
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