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I am so angry at the aftertaste of his devotion. He lit a candle with the intention of us, the flame will go out in a week. Others have knelt. Looked at me with those big tearful eyes. Gazing. He trembles like them. He murmurs like them. Yet he does not worship at my altar. But how can I expect him to? A man who has so fervently forsaken any god?
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Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC
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I am so angry at the aftertaste of his devotion. He lit a candle with the intention of us, the flame will go out in a week. Others have knelt. Looked at me with those big tearful eyes. Gazing. He trembles like them. He murmurs like them. Yet he does not worship at my altar. But how can I expect him to? A man who has so fervently forsaken any god?
We're so back. Back to writing about worship and melancholy that is
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Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC
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