Ob-la-dee... ? ß ? a d ?...
? ß ? a d ?... Ob-la-daa...

Splash one more
Oblation... oblation...

Oblation... oblation...
The ritual sweat of never-ending servitude

Dash it all over
Our high-rising monuments
Of the endeavoring firm

That stand out aloof,
So untouchably of a kind of their own

Though evermore will
Fill most of our days and our simplest self

To shield and yield all lives' ambitions & needs
Here on earth

Where everyone - everyone - is to serve.

Erhard Hans Josef Lang

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