Petals of flowers are bursting with joy,
Instilling the hatred and love of humanity,
Flowers are godly when discussed,
Inciting ink and heavenly pens.
The flowers of religion are past design,
The causes of our men and women of heart
Recline on the causes of all.
Let religion burst with colours
We find pleasurable and kind,
And no plant or animal must create us
Like the one who does.
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