Not a drop to think.
Not a drop to think.
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With the care and love
You show with your own
Purchase idols, in hope
Of humanising God
You pray, flowers and holy water
Bow your head and
Strike a light
Only to dispose it
The very next hour
When your work is done.
A festival, a mere need to
Complete the desire
For more more
While the idols from last year
Floated to the bottom of the river
That gave you life.