"God created man
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in his own image"
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But ever since
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the fall of man
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Man is but a sinner
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who must do penance
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That is what
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God's servants say
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A true believer
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was hit by misfortune
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Although he had ;ed
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a sinless life
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"Can this be the will
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of an almighty god?"
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Clouded skies
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are reflecting
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his state of mind
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Storm rages above him
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in the dead of night
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But also in his heart
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His strength and will
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have failed him
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And he's beginning
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to doubt
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Those were even
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features of
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a higher might
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Inside
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he feels emptiness
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Might reflect
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a void in heaven
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And the absence of God
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Devoid of content
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is the word of God
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Serves no purpose
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in conformity
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with his life
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As all prosperity
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has been washed away
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And no support
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is to be accounted for
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from the "good" souls
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He feels named
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and alone
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as there' no one
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to answer his prayers
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No angels,
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no intervention divine
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Would save him
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should he fall
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All hope is lost but now
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he dares not believe
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Or live in the lie
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that used to be his shield
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If the meaning of life;
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To honor
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and live for God
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Proves to be a lie
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What's there to live for?
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I deny
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that there ever was a god
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Or a meaning of life
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other than reproduction
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The rest is up
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to each and everyone of us
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To seek or create
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Scourge
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of the philosopher
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Can there be a god
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if this world is a failure?
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The problem is old
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but yet to be solved
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So if there ever
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was a god
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Her's either dead,
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powerless, or a sadist
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Only thing
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to know for sure
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He's unworthy
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of our worship
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A Problem Yet To Be Solved
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| Anata |
