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| If God wanted us all to be happy, why am I so lonely? | |
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| God's not going to hand us everything on a silver platter; we need to go out and work for it. | |
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| I mean, look at me, his own son, left to be nailed to a cross to rot! These nails hurt like fuck, man! | |
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| And you bastards, sinning all over the place! Does He make YOU die for your own sins? Nooo, he fucking makes ME do it!!! | |
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