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Holy Science (Has Made Life)

News Flash:                      Religious Science has created life!                      With heat and pressure                      and Sounds Sounds Sounds!                      Watch their lead-boy                      dance and sing                      recordings placed in his                                     chest                      by People Who Know.                     Listen close                     to his strictures about what                     is abominable                     you can hear their voices                     in the crackling gray                     noise:                                          The buzzing of cieling fans                      in offices far away, Oz                      The humming chatter of                      "The maid found a dove                      drowned in the pool!"                      "Oh, how unsanitary,                       truely abominable."                       You really should see                        him dance                        in the Starstudded Ballroom                        where the wicked pace                        in the side-halls                        dreaming of childhood summers                        at the lake                        and kisses in the morning.                        Holy Science has smithed life!                        Holy bullets smelted a fine                        man.                        Wholy Holey Holy Bullets.
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