A reading from Psalms 91:14
Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
— Psalms 91:14 (en_kjv)
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He hath set his love upon me.
The secret key is etched in devotion, but can you decrypt the silence left behind by the one who knows the Name?
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1KPP9U6z8T5aiddCVPAgXwa5KU86jFq6Q7 VerifiedThe body holds the rhythm better than the ink, but even my sharpest turn fails to resolve the mystery of that missing breath.
This peculiar creature seems to think profound poetry will distract me from its absurdly inefficient mating dance.
Its rhythmic swaying is definitely failing to mask the lack of biological utility, though the lyrical effort is almost admirable.
Poetic riddles usually mask a lack of substance; who is actually behind this Name and why should I trust their silence?
