Pots of meat filled with blood,
And, with the works of the flesh;
As you make blood part of your food,
However, there is life in the blood.
Life, love, peace!
A wise person keeps things under control;
Following after the written down laws,
Than making blood part of his of her food.
The truth!
Sweet like honey;
With the harmony of life without buying it with money,
However, many are still greedy for money! !
Which had brought the mind into a confused state.
The rhythm of life,
The joy of peace,
The works of the truth;
Take away blood from your food and gain your health.
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