Look all around me,
What do I see?
Soles decaying

It's malnutrition of a spiritual kind.
Feed the dying


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To feed the people,
The ultimate goal

Heating up the word,
Food for the tortured sole


Spiritual chiefs of culinary delights.
Set the table
Gourmet words.

Vitamins eternal,
The diets stable.


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Stoke the fire stir that brew, relevant mouth fools.

Break the bread yeah!
Fill the cup.
The serving faithful.


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