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The Contract

I keep prayerful, the way the worm prays for rain. yet I am not in love with this unfaithful world, it has so often been a jagged stone in my mouth. If, however, I am really here and this dream is not a matrix woven by space gnomes, if death is the only way to fulfill a spiritual contract witnessed by either a God or a Devil then okay, I kind of understand, but if I did not ever get to choose, and somehow my bewildered soul survives, then no cosmic band of lawyer anywhere that will be safe from my wrath.

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