Spices BecUS4E
I want to know who'll pay me
For all the work I do
And for enquiry reason
I had became a jew
I ate Ayurveda spices
I balanced Doshas mine
And now it very true, it is
That I feel kinda fine
Which science proves it's valid
My weapon Curcuma
All spices weapons fired
We study with the STA
STA is Supercomputer
It operates the PEs
The PE is Processing Element
Pathologies's death
Psychology of medicine
Shall not placebo be
Add butter and the honey
And you from slavery free
The real natural processing
In body does occur
The world enriched with nutrients
Resilient to foe
The cloves, cumin and cinnamon
Depression is dissolved
The acids shall amine the be
All dead cells are the old
Renew, calm down, invigorate
The energy mandate
The nervous system healing
Because I spices ate
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