Edwards had it wrong.
We are not sinners in the hands of an angry god
With wrath-bow strung and
Supposedly just arrow nocked
We are toys on the floor
Kicked about by the Stupid God as
It throws its tantrums
Slobbered upon by the drooling babes that are
Its wrinkled citrus avatars under tripled cross and stars and stripes
And all too many delight in the sputum that
Drips onto faces and down chins
Beading on the heaving chests of those who
Hyperventilate in exulting in
The sticky fluids bathing them
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