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GOD

There comes a day when man must look,
Must see the frigid, murky tide
Rushing on in midnight panic

Under God's horrible countenance,
Writhing, gasping in throes of strife--
Suffering for which it was born.
The truth that man calls tragedy;
The creator that man calls God.

Some there are who are animals
Who shall never comprehend this;
Some weak or idealistic
Who know only it is better
And flee to insanity, death.
But those who are still complete men
Will understand and accept it,
And go with life where it takes them.

With knowledge of life as it is
Comes knowledge of God as He IS--
The microcosmic entity
Weaving an intense tapestry
With threads of purple suffering,
Scarlet shame, sienna despair.
For contrast, golden threads of hope,
Silver threads of high ideals.

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