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Yet another night,
you pray to go to sleep
and never wake up.
You want out
the decade-long drudgery
yet you suck it up
lest the earth be the womb of heaven
and you make yourself a stillborn.
Gird up your loins,
there is another way.
He who has fixed his
canon against self-slaughter
has left a narrow gate.
Be good,
and die young.
Be otherworldly
and the other world
will claim you for itself.
Kick and scream all you want,
you won’t escape the cross,
so you might as well be a saint,
you might as well hurry up
and get it over with.
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Wonderful confirmation of God’s call to me right now. Today, you are the voice of Christ for me. Thank you.