Since I’ve become a mercenary against myself, there is
such a thing as NeckRot. I called it
that because it will rot your neck. Let
me express my feelings with a poem:
Call it Theodicy
I used to think all is well
Just ask me – I’ll surely tellIn Paradise, yet we fell
Now we’ve gone our own way
Tarnished my soul for a wish
Betrayed my God for fake bliss
I wasn’t looking for this
Now we’ve gone our own way
Oh, why did I chew?
I was so crazyIt’s such a bummer
My Theodicy
Why did the Curse ruin my life?
He acted so badWe acted so bad
I acted so bad
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Did I hide my sin the way Adam did, or conceal my
guilt behind closed doors … If I’ve ever raped the earth for my own profit or
dispossessed its rightful owners, then curse it with thistles instead of
wheat, curse it with weeds instead of barley … (Job 31:33, 39, 40, Msg).
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