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A Prayer Book for the Damned Lord, I question Your judgment, with the admittedly limited power of reason you bestowed in the biological confines of my brain. Of course, my doubt amounts to nothing, or so I hope. I have no intention of building a coalition of the disbelieving. Dear Lord, send me quietly to Hell, where my father is waiting for me, for I have failed repeatedly, stubbornly and, it seems, with miserable intent. In Hell, I hope to find a solace in which my understanding and the actuality of my experience coincide, a comfort at the expense of joy. |
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A Prayer Book for the Damned David Keffer Knoxville, TN September 19, 2014 |