What will it take the monkey
to denounce its friendship with the banana?
I don't know.
What will it take the dog
to be separated from the bone?
I don't know.
What will it take man
to shed the letter 'n'?
I don't know.
What will it take man and sin
to be separated?
I don't know.
I don't know,
but this I know:
the sky will be rent,
and the reapers will come
to rip off the tares.
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