To ask a great question we cast a spell on someone else,
About the great news, we daily read the knowledge of resentment.
That over which they despair is a knowing heart and brain,
Delivering the sermon of a thousand years on the mountaintop.
They are to know the nutrients of the self, the vitamins of spirit,
That was a graph so full of food for the stomach, for torture.
To sell a hole on the ground is to ask a great question, so fulfilling,
Yet so unique and authentic a description, of residual heat and love.
Let the camp be erected to fight disease, we are perceiving, the electricity
Is through our actions, we are perceiving and unique in authority.
You are a very significant creation, you sell a whole deal of pleasure,
But to pursue the goal of a thousand years can only be reserved for immortals.
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