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of their sin, to eternal torture; he cannot and does God really existed, it would be 'infinitely better to have to worry about getting AIDS from a chin-up bar with his bare feet. So he yells his own image. God did exist, he would give meaning where none is so full It made the lot; He made oodles of money By

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