it's burning me inside. consuming every remaining strand of hair. my skin is stretched, pulled apart. why am i anticipating this much? am i too impatient to find my penance? I'm afraid i will run out of time. I just want a simple gesture of assurance. to tuck me under these sheets without a longing that is gnawing at my toes and thighs. will YOU be as cruel to toy with this rescue? How can YOU call yourself my father when your hands and feet are still missing? How is it that YOU are God and you take this kind of risk with me? Is it worth it to lose me to the raging river? Is it worth it to push me to the edge with all this poison inside my marrow, just so YOU get all the glory?
I don't get it.
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