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Mantras Chant Hymns


Churches churlish not, o chanting mantras
Knock, knife not dumb doors
Knock, knife naves who
Sell souls, buy bodies
Knock nebulous knaves’ nights
When cells ring bells
Then, the maker’s man bony brains
Selling cells random, miss.



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