{"sf1_id":564407,"sf2_id":"ynZ4lDke","title":"Plea, well, sort of . . .","author":"Furry Human","words":181,"posted_at":"2013-07-17T20:32:00.000Z","tags":["No-Yiff","Other"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/564407-plea-well-sort-of","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZ4lDke","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f3/35/f335d447-7a02-4233-a9f6-1996192c5b98","description":"Poetry","content":"All heads bow in the background as \"I Never Knew You\" plays in the background, a \"secular\" worship song worshipping true love instead of a jealous God's neediness to be worshipped by humans He had already created billions of years ago.\u0026nbsp; Please, my furry friends, please, hold me.\u0026nbsp; I cannot cry anymore, please help me to cry, to weep again.\n\n\"the feeling which I know dies, but why?\n\nWhy does the God of sorrows live on?\n\nIt's not the reality of truth.\n\nIt's the hard truth of film that keeps me moving on.\n\nIt's the hope of the feeling of complete redemption\n\nfrom being born-again that keeps me on this path.\"\n\nI'm sorry, Steven,\n\ncomplete, and total, from this unending sorrow which I sorrow from which I feel,\n\nand\n\n_where is the exit?_\n\nIf there is none,\n\nthen tell me, now.\n\nStop teasing me, brain, soul, imagination.\n\nKill this dream now.\n\nSlaughter this hope forever.\n\nIf I kill myself forever, maybe on the 3rd day, I will rise again, and I will become God.\n\nUntil then, I am tired, and done.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}