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He asked me to pray to the gods he doesn't believe in. He wants me to pray to the gods I don't believe in. He wants to pray but can't find the floor to kneel on soft enough for his bruised knees and trembling hands. He needs us to pray to the gods we cannot comprehend but reach for with hands cupped in offering of nothing
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Pray
He asked me to pray to the gods he doesn't believe in. He wants me to pray to the gods I don't believe in. He wants to pray but can't find the floor to kneel on soft enough for his bruised knees and trembling hands. He needs us to pray to the gods we cannot comprehend but reach for with hands cupped in offering of nothing
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
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