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Mortification and Penance

 There was a void in the bottom right quadrant that became pronounced and made evident. 

I had done a mortified thing due to my sins.

The deed lasted 3 hours and it could be considered self harm, when indeed it was penance.

A path that Catholics know when they are suffering.

This particular “medicine” was like shattering the crust of the earth to chaos.

Terrifying once Agrippa would take hold.

They felt it in Asia and I became steady focusing on the core of cobalt.

The whirlwind of my pain was apparent to the father of lights as a dark spot was encroaching to my sight.

So he inspected on this frightful Sunday.

I could’ve caused a tornado but I thought the Alien scooped up the remaining pure parts of my bone.

The fence couldn’t be evaded so I left the hole there.

I leaned back to ensure my spin was strong. 

The land caught me, healed me and I fell asleep with the Bible barely visible.

Meteors and Comets have caught my eye. But so was sucked in to the void from my one eyed perspective.

My focal point is fully healed. And SS is a man of peace!

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