In, air must first go in,
A casually gulped blessing
Taken without thinking
That anything has been given,
Given even though he knows
That I breathe only
So I may curse him,
The God who has given
This to me, specific, purposed,
Intended yet unacknowledged
In my rush to blame him
For the consequences of my sins.
This act forms my daily tithe
To him, see how I muster
Enough of myself to give back
By relinquishing all duty
While he takes all hell.
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