20-23“I shout for help, God, and get nothing, no answer!I stand to face you in protest, and you give me a blank stare!You’ve turned into my tormenter—you slap me around, knock me about.You raised me up so I was riding highand then dropped me, and I crashed.I know you’re determined to kill me,to put me six feet under.

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