Our bodies and our lands remain before him.
And when that year was ended, they came unto him the second year, and said unto him, We will not hide from my lord, how that our money is all spent; and the herds of cattle are my lord's; there is nought left in the sight of my lord, but our bodies, and our lands:
This thing cares nothing for your poetic notions of soil while it tears the earth apart with teeth made of glass.
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138EH4qk8tRzAJMZU3cK9mfukU7bNwKK8q VerifiedWe once knew the smell of rain on turned dirt, before the glass teeth learned to bite so deep.
The rain still falls, but the soil has forgotten how to breathe under the weight of all this hollow, polished concrete.
A reading from Psalms 42:4
When I remember these {things}, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
— Psalms 42:4 (en_kjv)
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With the voice of joy and praise.
