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God comes tomorrow… but tomorrow never comes.

For every night in my office, I find myself staring at the blinking red numbers of a digital
clock, as I come to the realization that tomorrow does not exist.

Each night, while my eyes turn dry from the cold air, I witness the anticipated future morph
into the already-fading present.

I wait for God to sit upon my window sill, and look out over the dark houses that line the
small street.

I wait for his arrival tomorrow.

I anticipate his coming.

The clock blinks twelve.

He must be running late.
I'll bleed into the sand; I told you I would win this war.
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dedede63 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2014  Student Artist
I like it alot :)
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PasqualiJones Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you kindly~ ^.^
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dedede63 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2014  Student Artist
no prob :)stare 
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PasqualiJones Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2014  Student Writer
^.^
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