Wailing chill, a keeing, keening,
We pray, Oh God, — but once we know we already know, through Thine Will, everything, and everything embued with righteousness, ours, through your gift to us, and thus realize, through our perfection we no longer need prayer, or you,
We’ve got a great retirement home for you, Oh God, in which you’ll be stupefied, in great contentment. In your dementia, you may not remember our debt to you, but hey! Debt forgiveness– we’re all for it! Forgive and — definitely– forget.
Spam of Human Affection 
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