Evil has too many questions to answer about its complicated god. Your priest keeps wading into politics---don't you think that's odd? The referee has more and more rules that contradict each other. The family was shipped overseas. I don't think that's my mother. The friend---good before he is a friend---is ridiculed as a clod. Evil has too many questions to answer about its complicated god. Your teacher keeps talking politics---don't you think that's odd? The beauty in our museums somehow became too much. Now the curators are strange. They devote themselves to other stuff. The general has become political. A poem is no longer beautiful. I no longer know who I am. My father is erased. And my God. My poem keeps marching into politics---don't you think that's odd? Evil has too many questions to answer about its complicated god.
