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Beyond the clouds 

of purest white

Visible in the afterlife

Stood a floating isle

of pure rainbow hues, untainted

There lives a Lord, 

with obsessive cleaniness disorder

But a lazy sloth he is

He doesn't clean, rather

He flings the tainted 

Forever out of his sight, 

Adequate he finds

So take a bath

before your soul rise

If your joy

there to be found