Though the outsidings of the house have been fouled with the abominations that are the ices and the snows, My People have planted for me the plantings of the plants. I bask in the shine of the artificial sunlight which My People have placed above the growing things for my pleasure.
For this pathetic act of worship, I will overlook the failure of My People to make the outsidings suitable for my majesty.
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