human
The dice are loaded, he cried,--his voice was hoarse and strained with the agonies that he, like all of us, had endured and was still enduring,--
gpt
Aye, loaded with the blessed weight of salvation. Didn't my old mother, God bless her, teach me at her knee that a man's soul can never die? Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name--