Recycling
redeeming
are we talking church
or the five cent of a magician
as tithe you are greedy to dare
on the double as I put my trash in hands.
collected recycled I do not need a pope
to spread the words of a meal shared with the world
as a lost soul I chose to travel the planets of dreams
and the exchange of a thank you and you welcome.
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