Hand selected by the Master Chef
Only the finest ingredients will do
Though in nature raw to the core
Perfect for his transforming brew
In time the layers are peeled away
Freedom from blemish and decay
Then gathered all together as one
A bountiful harvest one dreams of
Elements working to soften the mix
In vain do they labor for all to spoil
For this selection was hand picked
Pieces of a lifetime of pain and toil
A recipe written from age to age
Slowly simmering from deep within
His Mighty hand turning the page
The Master Chef transforming sin
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