— Oh, mighty Lord you are the dagger in my hand.
— Guide my hand on this day of vengeance.
— We give thanks to the Lord... for He is good.
— With you, the swift cannot flee.
— Nor the strong escape.
— Let my sword devour, till its thirst is quenched with blood and my enemy sleeps forever.
— For you and the God of retribution.
— For the Lord crushes the wicked.
— The Lord is merciful.
— And his love endures forever.
— Amen.
Now I laying down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Give me the strength to be what I was. And forgive me for what I am.
Bless this nutritious, microwaveable macaroni and cheese dinner and the people who sold it on sale.
I don't believe in magic,
I don't believe in I-ching,
I don't believe in bible,
I don't believe in tarot,
I don't believe in Hitler,
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in mantra,
I don't believe in Gita,
I don't believe in yoga,
I don't believe in kings,
I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman,
I don't believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me <...>
And that's reality.
— What do you really care about?
— Grace.
— Grace. You want her back?
— No. I want her to be happy. No matter what that means. I want her to find someone who will treat her with all the love she deserved from me. I want her to meet someone who will see her always as I do now through your eyes.
— Now, that's a prayer.
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