Fred asked the cloistered Priest of Personnel,
“Do you know what man does here?”
“Do you care what man does here?”
“Do I waste my only spirit here?”
“Doth my soul burn ever here?”
“What do you wish of me?”
“Do you not truly believe,
that my entire future,
lies in this smokey,
hollow hall?”
“Can you not see that God,
“has better plans for me?”
“He would not allow me,
these few thoughts,
if he had wished,
my only soul,
be damned,
to these,
darkest
places.
“Is it Good or Evil that I would encounter here?”
Thus Spoke Fred
Tomorrow: “The Answer”
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