DeclarationA Poem by SLOVA
When small god says that I should not eat the third grape, but the fourth or fifth, I listen, for I have no other religion than the religion that is me. The sins are in the negligence and the prospect of punishment is enough punishment in itself for a night or two. When small god says to keep my pairs to myself, I do, for there is no greater good I can do to myself than to keep secrets between me and my small god, I live according to small god and rewards me when it does not forget. But its rewards are never to be admired, only to bhe ackowledged gratefully before tucked away to make room for another order.
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