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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Are Men Really Evil


Men and women are evil,
and only the consequences hinder us,
from murdering you and everybody else.

We may all say,
that God gives us free will.
While at the same time preventing the consequences of evil.
This becomes a question of, being human.

We may want God to intervene in each case,
of your murder and rape.
But do we want God to really intervene?
Case in point most like living in their own idolatry.
And saying you do not.

Sin is not measured on a murderous or sexual scale.
All sin is an offense to God,
and it all separates us from Him inequally.
An unsaved person was by he, known before birth,
and your worst sin is that of gossip.
You must then look at your self,
as unsaved and as a nonbeliever who is a serial killer.

If God were one of us,
and were to intervene and prevent your evil,
he would have to rub you out.
Like he has done many times before.

Also if God were to prevent,
all the negative consequences of your actions,
would you really have free will?

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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