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I was taught the gospel |
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by an engineer who designed me by example |
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singing hymns of evolution |
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in which children weigh their measure |
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on scales that held their fathers |
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and spend every worthy moment |
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calling out their numbers |
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to the butcher selling them by the pound |
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I tipped the scale, but I was sold |
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to feed the growing hunger |
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in a marketplace for the ones too tough to eat |
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but fit to drink until they were floating |
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I became a swimmer |
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while drowning in the womb |
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grew gills to drink the oxygen like wine |
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Praise the restless stirring in my soul |
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Praise the endless turning of my eyes |
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Praise the darkness coveting the light |
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Praise the revelation |