o lord,
o merciful lord.
i pray to you every night,
to take the weight of this curse away,
for it to say goodbye.
and every night—
i wonder, o lord,
why am i greeted with silence?
and i wonder my lord,
a thought that seeks me so often—
Is this a test, or is it a punishment?
if a test, then promise me my lord
promise me death as a final gift
and if a punishment that you believe i deserve,
then promise me my lord,
promise me death as a release from this world.
just promise me death.
...
everyone is a sinner. does everyone get punished?
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
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