Disgust! Thy eating of selfish
turnovers, baked by candle
light,
Your soul will putrefy, as your
heart begins to clot with each
bite.
Thy intake, learned and
ingrained, not easily shaken by
shame.
The foods we eat, attained
through the pews of worship, we
proclaim.
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