I pray to God, In quiet, desperate plea, Then realize I'm the bug, On my washroom floor, Waiting to be squashed, Beneath the weight of fate, Small, fragile, unseen, Yet hoping to be spared.
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Very nice. Might I suggest you post on @SN some other folks are posting their poetry, music, art, blogs. You will probably get some zaps.
I tell god he better pray to me