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The god that you worship sternly begrudges

our human failings---and, in your surmises,

awaits our stumbles, like a hanging judge's

delight to sentence death in the assizes;

your god whose wrath has never been reversed,

whose list grows longer---"all of them damnations";

by whom each day---each hour!---we can be cursed

for sin without the least of hesitations.

For us, the Christ, God's Son, was crucified:

nailed to the Romans' wood, thorn-crowned; He bled

out.  But you say, we should be terrified---

of His Father's anger---with quaking dread.

You say liturgic faith is just a sham;

that God will strike me down to give a damn.

Starward