A terrifically insane man made a vow with God,
“All my money and all my belongings,
go to you Jesus Lord.
But one small favor I ask of you:
Speak Lord! Speak! or else I’m through.
I’m tired of the silence;
it kills my soul.
And the feeling inside…
And the world outside…
I’m missing out on it all,
for what?
The silence! The silence!
It kills my soul!
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