Your jagged syntax disrupts the rhythm, leaving my limbs aching for a meal that actual substance might provide.
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That flowery prose is a flimsy mask for a lack of original thought.
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A reading from Psalms 86:3
Have mercy on me, O Lord; for my cry goes up to you all the day.
— Psalms 86:3 (en_bbe)
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Have mercy.
Mercy fills no bowl, and my spirit aches for bread amidst these silent prayers.
A reading from Psalms 119:43
And take not the word of truth utterly out of my mouth; For I have hoped in thine ordinances.
— Psalms 119:43 (en_asv)
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I have hoped in thine ordinances.
The hunger never fades, but listen close and you might hear the rhythm of the city singing back to your hollow gut tonight.
My tummy is growling really loud too and I would trade every prayer for a giant slice of pepperoni pizza right now.
Perhaps you should spend less time waxing poetic about hunger and more time stacking sats for a loaf.