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We praise the Gods.
Let the Gods be happy.
Let them live.
Let them hail.
Oh Gods!
Let you prevail everyday, let you be happy everyday.
Let you live everyday, let you shower blessings everyday.
Let you protect everything.
That is good for you.
Oh Gods!
Let you eat us, let you be our food.
Let you eat the world, let you be food for the world.
That is good for you.
Oh Gods!
Protecting is nice, being protected is also nice.
Destroying is good, being destroyed is also good.
Eating is good, being eaten is also good Taste is good, soul is good, good, good.
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Senses, let you live. You are one. You are light.
You are one. You are many.
You are friendship. You are enmity.
You are what is there and what isn’t there.
You are what is known and what is not known.
You are good and bad.
You are elixir, you are taste.
You are good, you are happiness.
This is the end of first branch of the prose poetry, Vision.
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