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The last vestige of Pesach Feast: This broken cracker 'void of yeast And red elixir from the vine Alone remain, and all are mine. As I imbibe this holy taste My every error is erased And I am told I'm undenied. The holy Chef is glorified. The stains of sin are cast apart. Invasion overtakes the heart. The occupier serves the stew That justifies the chosen few. The mighty fall in vain defeat Against this holy wine and wheat. No foe can stand against this force. The Chef is Jesus Christ, of course.
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