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My God, He made the world and all its ways,
And me, and pulled a wife from out my side.
He guides me with His love through all my days;
And still when dead with Him will I abide.

My God made all the world except one bit,
An evil preexistent, an awryness
With place in me as well. Destroying it,
I do His will and join Him in His highness.

My God made not the World, for It is He,
Or She, as I should say, for out of Her
Are born all things that are, and what will be
Comes ever out of those things once that were.

Our God made not the world. It is another's,
And we, since come of God, are strangers here
And lost to pain. Remember, we are brothers.
Remember to forget and never fear.

My God is dead, or gone I know not where
And I until my death am gone likewise
And after it will see what isn't there
And never more this agony of eyes.