Look at the world and see how the minds
steeped with the strong alcohol of ancient faith
behave frantically often in a frenzied spree.
Who doesn't love to lap up own triumphant glee?
Agnostic souls sublimate themselves with holy toil
practiced in animal spirit in all undaunted hours;
fearlessly and carelessly but cheerfully and proudly.
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