In the hallowed halls of ancient thought, where gods and mortals intertwine, A fervent whisper echoes forth, “My god is greater than thine.” The faithful gather, hearts ablaze, each clutching their sacred scrolls, their scriptures inked with fervent praise, their truths etched deep in souls.
“The Real Book”
“The Real Book”
“The Real Book”
In the hallowed halls of ancient thought, where gods and mortals intertwine, A fervent whisper echoes forth, “My god is greater than thine.” The faithful gather, hearts ablaze, each clutching their sacred scrolls, their scriptures inked with fervent praise, their truths etched deep in souls.