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no abacus could count the silverware lodged in my mouth; Land’s law tells me, “MORE!” needs to fit in, not fall out- the steward tells me “PRAY!” for blessings lie in wait of faith- blessings, blessings, blessings: supposed sign of God’s will and grace. lobotomized at a young age, replaced with success, glory, rage- boring lenses deep around my sockets, I am poisoned forever with this image: snakes burrowed into barns with gold in hand while the sheep admired its shine. as the years went by, many sheep did die and nobody questioned why. as a sheep I came and gold snakes I admired but with no eyes mine sight did falter, until with grace and prayer, then stood up my hair when basilisk eyes grinned from the altar.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
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no abacus could count the silverware lodged in my mouth; Land’s law tells me, “MORE!” needs to fit in, not fall out- the steward tells me “PRAY!” for blessings lie in wait of faith- blessings, blessings, blessings: supposed sign of God’s will and grace. lobotomized at a young age, replaced with success, glory, rage- boring lenses deep around my sockets, I am poisoned forever with this image: snakes burrowed into barns with gold in hand while the sheep admired its shine. as the years went by, many sheep did die and nobody questioned why. as a sheep I came and gold snakes I admired but with no eyes mine sight did falter, until with grace and prayer, then stood up my hair when basilisk eyes grinned from the altar.
is it possible for an American to change his perspective? truly I say to you, it would be easier to pluck out your eyes with a LEGO.
we-are-stories
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
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