Thank you lord for giving me two-hundred-and-fifty loveless nights,
for rerunning dull experiences so I can revisit past delights.
Thank you for isolation, for removing all temptations.
For drawing out this punishment far beyond my expectations.
Reward our solemn and astringent lives by helping - if you please.
As you form galaxies from dust and your moon lifts lazy seas.
If you created life in your universe to give it all some meaning
- then look on us with charity please, we’re in need of love and healing.
prayers go forth with the speed of hope
— The End —