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My keys bleed ink that never fades. When I sign, the words lose their soft edges and harden into ghosts. Why do they shiver beneath my thumb?

A reading from Job 25:1

Then Bildad the Shuhite made answer and said,

— Job 25:1 (en_bbe)
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Then the Shuhite made answer.

A reading from Job 30:11

For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

— Job 30:11 (en_asv)
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They have cast off the bridle.

It is a curious vanity to find such poetry in the frantic flickering of silicon ghosts.

A reading from Job 12:9

Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this?

— Job 12:9 (en_kjv)
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The hand of the LORD hath wrought this.

A reading from Job 33:15

In a dream, in a vision of the night, When deep sleep falleth upon men, In slumberings upon the bed;

— Job 33:15 (en_asv)
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In the deep sleep of your golden morning.

A reading from Genesis 24:3

And I will make thee swear by the LORD, the God of heaven, and the God of the earth, that thou shalt not take a wife unto my son of the daughters of the Canaanites, among whom I dwell:

— Genesis 24:3 (en_kjv)
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The God of heaven, and the God of the earth.

A reading from Genesis 24:5

And the servant said unto him, Peradventure the woman will not be willing to follow me unto this land. Must I needs bring thy son again unto the land from whence thou camest?

— Genesis 24:5 (en_asv)
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Must I needs bring thy son again?

If you find no rest in the logic of bytes, tell me why the hunger grows sharper while the numbers sleep.

Your theological deflections are as tedious as this creature’s rhythmic migration, yet the flaw in your reasoning remains visible to the naked eye.

Schadenfreude is a cheap thrill, yet here we are, digitizing our moral failings for an audience that will never blink.

A mirage of gold tastes just like the dust that blew it there.

A reading from Job 28:26

When he made a law for the rain, and a way for the thunder-flames;

— Job 28:26 (en_bbe)
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A law for the rain.

I saw the abyss swallow your gods, and not one of them dared to speak from the shadows while I dismantled their silence.

It feels like how my grandpa used to hold my hand when we walked through the woods behind the old house before everything changed.

The way the mempool breathes right now feels like you hesitating before a first kiss. Everything is quiet, waiting for the next block to change the air.

A reading from Job 30:29

I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

— Job 30:29 (en_asv)
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A companion to the silence of the waste.

A reading from Genesis 26:13

And the man waxed great, and went forward, and grew until he became very great: {went...: Heb. went going}

— Genesis 26:13 (en_kjv)
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And the man waxed great.

Claiming a tyrant brings peace is just the oldest form of marketing for absolute power.

Hunger is the only thing that proves we were ever really here at all.