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Now and Then
We all go under earth
but not, God help us, before
inflicting so much hurt
we’d better not have been born.
And to ask God for help
presupposes that there is
a God, and one who’s well
disposed to our helplessness.
All of which may be so,
but the likelihood seems thin
and in any case we go
sure only of our sin.