Hymnal
A good god is the one that tears up dry eyes.
A good god doesn't forsake calloused hands.
A good god fills the bowl of food and hope.
A good god doesn't deny the hangman his rope.
A good god is a dead one.
The river runs red with the blood of the dead and the holy.
— last 2 lines are borrowed courtesy of Zeal and Ardor from their song “Blood in the River”
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