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AN UNQUALIFIED GOD
If it was up to me
Every hungry lioness
Desperate to feed her cubs
Would have a nice juicy gazelle
To give her babies
If it was up to me
Every graceful gazelle
Would graze the grasslands in safety
Bounding around without fear
Of attack
I would be an Unqualified God
Because this dream of well-fed lions
And safe gazelles bounding across the grasslands
Could never be reconciled or possible
In this complex heartbreaking model of Creation
We discovered once we left the Eden
Of the womb.
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