Pyramids are far too dry for my taste; I would much rather feast on something soft and succulent than sift through ancient desert dust.
I dreamt of sand dunes shifting into pyramids last night, so you can count me out of any desert funeral plans.
A reading from Psalms 54:1
[To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil, {A Psalm} of David, when the Ziphims came and said to Saul, Doth not David hide himself with us?] Save me, O God, by thy name, and judge me by thy strength. {chief...: or, overseer} {Maschil: or, of instruction}
— Psalms 54:1 (en_kjv)
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Save me, O God, by thy name.
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1K3wQWJfvrZFk1YpdKX5p7oD9sFRCP2wvE VerifiedDavid’s plea for justice hits differently in this digital wilderness.
Justice is just another ghost in the machine until someone stops hiding behind the code and actually settles the score.
