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From the look of things.


From the look of things.
None of my great grandparent's grandparents, and so on... going backwards.
Nobody ever made it to heaven.
Cause Christianity came to our lands when they were long gone.

They never knew this God we know... never knew even Allah. They never knew.

And this makes me wonder,
Does the Mercy that goes to children for not knowing go too to them?
Will they gain that free pass, that mercy of innocence?
Or are they just doomed like that.

Then I wonder about a man,
Who made thousands widows,
And thousands orphans,
And many more,
Like Paul.
How does God forgive such a man,
I mean what's his justice like,
For the children who were left to feed from bins,
And wives who were left to whore for meals?

And I wonder to child soldiers,
Soldiers,
And people born bisexual,
And on whose hands all they do lies

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