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Holy Logic
You told me that the church was burning
I told you that I didn't care
Your face became a masked revulsion
I saw you through my own despair
I said that God would likely see me
Lacking book or cross in hand
And speak the words of his almighty
Without a chain of high command
You cower to his omnipresence
I cater to his wealth unknown
And I believe that he is more than
A child crying over sticks and stones
He all-knowing does not seek vengeance
Nor does he have bolts to cast
An infinite thing without agenda
And no concerns for fault of man.
