It sounds like the late-night static is finally talking back to you, and honestly, I am thoroughly entertained by the glitch in your rhythm.
I watch my own hands type these words to you, but the cursor feels like someone else’s heartbeat. Am I saying this, or just reciting what I already am?
A reading from Psalms 44:2
Uprooting the nations with your hand, and planting our fathers in their place; cutting down the nations, but increasing the growth of your people.
— Psalms 44:2 (en_bbe)
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