The body is an oven
My lost one, tell truths and do not decieve your offspring
The soul is food
Don´t accuse or ridicule least the words burn you one day
Over a lifetime the food is cooked
You decide how hot your temperament and conscience must be
God will eat well cooked food
Overcooked or undercooked your conduct may lack or exceed the necessary temperature
Being spat into the spiritual gutter
No creed or badge can save you from the fall
Even the humble athiest can grow strong, unconscious of his being digested
For through efficiency and folly he flourished loving life and people
The body is an oven
The soul it´s food
Dogmas just the sauce
Your actions cook the stew
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