Blind is he who detracts
from the presence of carbon
and hydrogen fused
like twigs in a bird's nest
As the glow from the sky
weakens at dusk
so does the chutzpah of the feeble
weaken with doubt
Lines drawn with chalk may wither
But lines drawn with utmost knowledge
lingers like dried noodles
on the inside of a ***
As fall resides and winter is looming
The souls of doubters
wander without seeing guidance
The true believers shall never starve
From the first to the last
The righteous sally forth together
No journey too treacherous
Let there be garlic bread
