Rewritten: Kora in Hell: Improvisations II By William Carlos

When you hang your tongue on the page you do not expect to see the books and them trailing in the
library. Nor would you expect to keep your lips clean by putting it in a sin. However and of
course if you are a God-fearing man, truth, lies and the like going under your skin every moment in
the time you would not leave off the pulpit and expect to handle a ton of brokenness without at
least mopping yourself on a pylon of lies, unclear as it may be. Then how will you expect a curved trickle
of congregation to follow you through the troubles of this world without—oh, come let us walk together
into the agony awhile first. One must be Superman to much let in fears and doubts before his judgement are
tuned to these deeds. You see there is a chunk of the problem between us. You think you can wake up from your gross frailties of these imperfections and at a gesture fling it all off and dash out in silver to my finger tips. Ah, it is not that I do not pray for you, always!

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