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You’d think, by now, that God
would have grown tired
of acting the angry Olympian,
but, after centuries,
He has acquired no toleration
for misdeeds of man.

His thunderbolts are still hurled,
out of rage.
He shakes the ground
to knock us off our feet,
sends plagues and pestilence,
age after age,
sparks volcanoes,
keeps rain in retreat
or sends great floods
to wash our towns away,
flings fireballs
or freezes us in ice.
He won’t accept that
He made us this way:
Imperfect creatures
with a love of vice.

Abortion, birth control,
unsanctioned sex
and pride parades,
prigs claim,
get God most vexed.

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