The ugliness of sin putrid, moldy, living curse. Would devour each of us, piece by piece. Jesus sent, came not to blame, Sin eater supreme. Blotted out God's face, but left us clean without a trace. No one can recover from this.
Resurrection only does the trick.
I am pro-choice. Choosing to love long, suffering or not. To kindle kindness, court courtesy, note the good, lay down my arms, expect the best. Celebrate the victories of heart and spirit, shoulder the cross, believe that good is attended, because God is at hand. Endure till the end, unwavering in this choice to love.