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My Lord Supreme,Do give me the strength
to hate people more than I possibly can.
Why?
Why?
Because they cut jokes with You, instead of praying to You sleeplessly and breathlessly, like me, in their heart-gardens.
— Pujari Schaeffer
Do give me the strength
to hate people more than I possibly can.
Why?
Why?
Because they cut jokes with You, instead of praying to You sleeplessly and breathlessly, like me, in their heart-gardens.
— Pujari Schaeffer
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