The wages of sin
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Where can I look to find the golden key that opens up the mystery of the soul and validates existence as a whole without enduring all this misery? Is destiny created by design? Is misfortune meted out randomly? Do birth and death transpire unwittingly? Then tell me how the plan is so devine? If mankind perceives nothing from his sin, and every soul returns to try once more, is mortality the last price we pay for violating the creator’s laws for men? Ultimately, if conscience we ignore, suffering will become the common way.
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