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By Jack Joseph Smith

To God; or a star that too had crashed in the universe. And in the name of the father a son and Holy Goast I will never be there There, far away, I thought, there will be no better place than just to live this peaceful way.

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This page joins cosmic ruin, broken prayer language, and the desire for a simple peaceful life into one rough spiritual declaration.

The opening addresses God and a fallen star almost as equivalents, then the prayer formula begins to break under pressure: father a son and Holy Goast. That damaged liturgical language makes the final desire for peace more poignant.