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I spoke to God today

 I spoke to God today, 

his voice was solemn and low, 

"Ryland, my son, what are you going to do?"

I told him "I just don't know". 


"I'm not sure why you are here"

I stated in contempt, 

"I just don't know either", he said,

"Seems my get up and go, got up and went"


"What are you going to do?" 

I asked after a moment of silence,

I heard a sigh in his voice,

"Pray to end the violence" 












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