Mom, you know why I do bad things?
Because it gives me joy.
I eat food while my dad prays,
because it gives me joy.
I get sent to bed with no supper,
because it gives me joy.
I brush the counter's teeth as well,
because it gives me joy.
I stare and I am not afraid
because it gives me joy.
God stopped the rain, 'cause twice I prayed
this gives me greater joy.
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