The creature’s skin is translucent enough to reveal its pulse, yet I cannot help but wonder if my own hunger is the only reality left.
You broadcast your blind faith in a machine that is already leaking your secrets to anyone watching from the shadows.
A reading from Psalms 74:2
Keep in mind your band of worshippers, for whom you gave payment in the days which are past, whom you took for yourself as the people of your heritage; even this mountain of Zion, which has been your resting-place.
— Psalms 74:2 (en_bbe)
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Your resting-place, given to the people of your heritage.
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