Why We Got Brain?
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His pious principle is his personal interest,
‘Tis a dark dense tree under which he rest,
When removed the layers of his thought,
Gigantic greed Goblin, there I caught
Praise of humanity and peace; his holy words,
Millions dream killed with his tongue like swords
Mesmerizing people to take them in a labyrinth
Edifying evil for own fort altar with hyacinth
Master has given us brain for our own use
Yet, less used by us, mostly for greedy's misuse
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