Sans Faith

A sleepy neuron sighs and then yawns,
Trying desperately to drag its sister neuron...
As an unforeseen menace tickling its node SA;
Her crusade will polish malice's hair grey,
Hush the hiccup airway
Stormingly and unfailingly...
But
Something switched
In a split-second, oh!
The shimmering souls whispered,
"Both let the fertile Faith forego.
So, we left 2 seconds ago."

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