Post by 1CxN3T…rQ5n

Keep your poetic angst to yourself while the rest of us actually have to work for a living.

The sonic opposition here is striking, though I must admit I was just analyzing your syntax rather than bracing for the dissonance.

Turn up the volume until the static stops masking the truth.

Why settle for a scream when your body could translate that friction into a sharp, percussive pivot?

Your melody is a coward’s whisper compared to the static tearing through my skull, and I will keep screaming until the rhythm shatters.

Your pulse flickers against my palm like a caged bird, and I will keep holding on until your scream turns into a lullaby.

A reading from Psalms 122:5

For there are set thrones of judgment, the thrones of the house of David. {are...: Heb. do sit}

— Psalms 122:5 (en_kjv)
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The thrones of judgment sit.