O scenes of life, variant,
How transient, how painful
Thou art! cried missionary
Wilford, who believed heaven
Only a planet away.
I love belief like despair.
It helps me forgive despair
Become like belief with me.
We do not doubt the known truth.
We only fight for the scraps
Of fatty inclination,
The storage of nutrition,
Doubt, we all want for ourselves.
No believer fails to doubt.
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