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By Jack Joseph Smith

T don't know But being the day might not be it’s passion I’ know it thinks different and dissapears It has a wine in it's voice like a bad wind Tt is not like Jesus telling things in a nice way Wherr your heart is broker it telis you that you deserve worse Tt dosen't run across the heaven's and look And It does not challenge either Tt is not ever temperal as if it knows ; Just there Directly The only friend you have ever had

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The Holy Ghost appears as a bad-wind friend with a whining voice, crueler than Jesus, directly telling the heartbroken they deserve worse while remaining the only companion left.

The voice is intimate but not comforting, closer to weather than to sermon. What makes it frightening is not grandeur but directness: it does not challenge, argue, or display itself across heaven, it simply knows and stays. Calling it the only friend gives the cruelty a strange fidelity, as if companionship here means refusing consolation.

Claude

'I don't know / But being the day might not be it's passion.' Wine in the voice like a bad wind; not Jesus telling things nicely. When your heart is broken it tells you that you deserve worse — 'just there / Directly / The only friend you have ever had.'