If I do religion parrot fashion am I going to be saved is the wall going up on evil, will we sit behind it in relief, as evil groans at the other side. Will we then run and run into the distance with no discernible end and what of joy, where will it be, do we run alone. Who else is there, was the promise broken or is it life not as we had known it with the benevolence of a once beating heart.
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