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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.
