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Why do you punish people,
For doing what they enjoy?
Would you punish a little child,
For playing with his favorite toy?

If I am going to suffer,
I‘ll do these things anyway,
For if I‘m going to roast,
I‘ll enjoy myself today.

Of all of the abilities you gave me,
Why did you give me sight?
And why do you complain,
If I don’t see “the light?”

You say the end is coming,
But I have yet to see a clue.
Where is this messiah,
That comes in place of you?

The body is a temple,
In some cases I agree.
But usually those women,
Won’t even talk to me.


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