On The Nature of PrayerA Poem by Creepy Swine GuyConsciously I pray the right prayers. I pray not for miracles, but for your strength, your peace. But just beneath the surface, there flows another current of supplication. Beneath the surface, I implore the heavens for that which I should not. Logic knows that lotto jackpots prayed for remain un-won. But my heart knows of those who walked away from downed planes, those who live day to day with bullets within their brains. There are those whose bodies know the code, that magic code that stops the runaway monster that grows within them. I pray that you will be that one or two percent.© 2014 Creepy Swine GuyFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on August 29, 2013 Last Updated on February 23, 2014 AuthorCreepy Swine GuyCentral, NYAboutThe Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version). 1. Thou shalt not plagiarize. 2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..Writing
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