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In the depth of the night they mock me;
Laughter from ineptitude,
And sarcasm from failure.
The waltz from anxiety,
And sermons from fear.
My jolly companions,
They entertain me.
You’ll never be good enough
They tell me.
My nights of restless sleep,
Are fanned by my worries,
But on Sunday morn,
I don’t fellowship with them,
For in the church,
Atonement for sin is preached,
And our relationship for a while severed,
Until twilight;
When we fellowship again.



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