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O where was God when all things fell apart;
When with the fury went our hopes and dreams?
We kept him at a distance from the start,
And now our world was bursting at the seams.
The same reports of threats we heard for years,
Till background noise was all that they became,
As we ignored our deeply hidden fears,
And thought our lives would always be the same.
Whatever we desired had been met
And modest were the challenges we faced.
By paying little portion of our debt,
At ease we yet to our destruction raced.
We had been playing heaven here on earth.
Too late we found out what these games were worth.

—Joseph Mirra