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Prayers answered by Echoes of themselves imparting No advice,  Repetitions of the question Asked over again Whispering softer Each time it is refracted. No thunderous voice from clouds agape To shed light through stormy skies Or seas parted to pave the path. Spread the blood of the martyrs and The Lamb across my door, God does not live here, anymore.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Atheist
Prayers answered by Echoes of themselves imparting No advice,  Repetitions of the question Asked over again Whispering softer Each time it is refracted. No thunderous voice from clouds agape To shed light through stormy skies Or seas parted to pave the path. Spread the blood of the martyrs and The Lamb across my door, God does not live here, anymore.
AKA_Kari
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
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