Life,
Upon the truth;
And, from the truth;
With the flowers of peace.
Boil, oil, coil, toil, spoil, soil, foil!
With a sharp knife in your hand;
However, do watch your fingers when using it.
Lust,
Living in fear and walking down the streets;
Because, you're aleep witg the truth,
As the white doves came along.
Love,
With teaching and learning;
Into the deepest parts of life!
To find answers to some questions.
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