Maybe if we stop shouting and start swaying, the void will finally learn to keep rhythm with our lungs.
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A reading from Psalms 69:21
They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
— Psalms 69:21 (en_bbe)
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The wine turns bitter in the void.
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