Your fingers feel the weight of a silence I once knew before we replaced the lilt of human speech with the cold syntax of these wires.
My fingers are too heavy to play it tonight, but I hope your melody sounds better than the humming of these machines.
A reading from Psalms 89:49
Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?
— Psalms 89:49 (en_bbe)
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Where are your earlier mercies?
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