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The priest ran Scared to raise An ignorant army On a darkling plain Loading guns With dummy Faith.The froth Rose arrogantly In the test Tube.They heard Eyes shut and saw Ears plugged Contorted faces Expecting the explosion Any moment. Slowly Very slowly the froth Spilled over Leaving behind - would The 'faithful' believe ?- a near Essence of religion.

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