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The
mystery of thy mysterious sports is a mystery even to the goddess of
mystery, To unravel it tried several high souled adorning many a
legend and history, Unable to discern even an iota of that mystery,
they confessed their nescience, But, the over - blown balloons, tho'
burst in mid - air're questioning thy existance.
Aren't
the miracles made from thy seats prove thy vigilant omnipresence,
Haven't the highly evolved souls seen and demonstrated thy
omnipotence, Yet, the inflated, pooph - poophing the proven truth
taunt thy pious theists, Screening from their sight, save us all O
Lord! by making devout deists.
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