G!D's deeds not unjust; LORD G!D Compassionate Most High

He 
Most Merciful
swift
and severe
and terrible
in punishment
kind to wicked
and ungrateful
guard, then, against
day when there no succor
(or help to be extended to you
from outside) no intercession
(no being who can pray for
punishment to be removed
or diverted)
no way to deny truth
of what you did
And G!D is the All-knowing,
All-seeing
and All-hearing
Indeed Most Exalted
and He is Cherisher
and Sustainer of the worlds,
and- ah-
He not un-
un-
unmindful-
he not not mindful-
of your deeds.
To G!D
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@ -19,6 +19,95 @@ In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
G!d be with the world /
</p>
<p>In a muf-fin crumb /
They found a spot to chat-ter /
and spark a fi-re
</p>
<p><i>From Scriptures: 'they say
'that feels good' around fire
that they had started with
blocks of wood that they had had
cut, hewn, hauled - from buttressed trees
that are in forests -
with the help of G!D
<br/>
Then, ah- 'that feels good' they say
loudly and softly (not nasty, sweetly
and even surprisingly pleasant
. a
litle painful (maybe)
fascinating
intriguingly
breath-taking
and awe-strikingly
beautiful and mesmerising
<br /
>
After a while, they say to themselves,
shall I-
'shall I do- oh, yemmy,
and yummy
-
shall I do a detestable thing,
and worship
a block of wood,
or two blocks of wood
or three
or a pile of flesh
or a bag of bones
or a sack of intestines
or a house for maggots
or a body that is white
with death,
and feels cold to the touch,
and is filling up with
termites
as a damp block of wood
grows infested with white
insects or moving bugs
in a
dim
dank
dark
yawning mouth
of a barn
'
</i>
Compare if you will to
(oh, grateful or not)
what the Buddha
said to monks (who were)
overcome
with lust
when
meditation
on dead (naked)
bodies (lily-white)
in graveyards,
exo-tic
excruciatingly
beautiful
corpses. The Buddha
said, 'it is twiching
uncontrollably maybe,
in what some call 'rigor
mortis' , becoming stiff
, swelling maybe with time,
filling up with insects,
eggs of flies hatching inside
body,
maggots crawling up and down
bed of body is scorpions
and mushrooms
sores are filling up in body
as we or you or me or them
look on, or speak.
(or something like that)
</p>
</div>
<div>
<p>Dear Diary,