Not so hearty is our God,
Provide less oxygen-rich blood
To our Pump when we are
So passionate, you know what!
Gave it no means to draw blood
Straight from its rich chambers,
From within, directly to its cells,
The hardest workers, and so it has to
get its feed from outside vessels,
To which the heart pumps into, first.
God has plans not to be beaten,
Or justly intend the pump may not
Over work than it has to;
When it had that eternal access;
It may go overboard and wear out.
All said and done, it looks our pump,
Like a cook can’t eat the food dispatched,
And wait till after the vessels supplied
To the full house, only on the return
Would they leave some at his doorsteps,
From thinnest vessels mostly...
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