Every night I pray.
Still agnostic
I pray any way.
Request on divinities desk
under a paper weight.
So I paper wait
Time pass by
And I deliberate
Asking why
The well runs dry
While I incinerate
Is this a sinners rate
Interest builds up on a dinner plate
of another mans
and i don't know why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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