May living be an art for the curiosity,
This curious jelly is full of animosity;
My founder is of my religion,
He came and objected to a decision.
This is the jelly we consume so merrily
In avoidance of fame and discovery.
The faith we decide is knowing why,
Why do decisions arrange themselves and lie?
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