Lord, when You kill me
With Your Love supremeI kill you with my undying ingratitude.
Lord, when You kill me
With Your Power supremeI kill you with my hopeless helplessness.
Lord, when You kill me
With Your Indifference supremeI kill you with my bleeding insecurity.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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