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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