This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine with a great taste
all about the grapes;
Man in the day or wind at night
Eat my body and drink my blood
Once in this wine, hapiness was there
Getting always the best taste
in this salty bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
"My wine you drink, my bread you snap" Jesus said.
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