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My Prayer To God.Dear Lord which rules the Heavens and the Earth,
I pray to you for spiritual rebirth
So that I can be able to see your power
Even in this, a most dark and dreary hour.
I do not pray for future prosperity,
Nor do I pray for omniscient clarity.
The only think I ask of you, my Lord,
Is to keep me breathing through your word.
Take this prayer to your Heavenly hall,
Spread it to all the angels with only your call.
And then, maybe someday sooner or later,
I won't have to deal with the burdens of being a waiter
Of prayer that is only answered in your time
Or when the bells of the sky do chime.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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