I pray to God,
In quiet, desperate plea,
Then realize I'm the bug,
On my washroom floor,
Waiting to be squashed,
Beneath the weight of fate,
Small, fragile, unseen,
Yet hoping to be spared.
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Very nice. Might I suggest you post on nostr:npub1jfujw6llhq7wuvu5detycdsq5v5yqf56sgrdq8wlgrryx2a2p09svwm0gx some other folks are posting their poetry, music, art, blogs. You will probably get some zaps.
I tell god he better pray to me