It's just a number
So you think so?
Others say Nay,
I really know. 

It belongs to a god,
You say what the heck?
The god is shredded,
And has mad pecs.

His back is ripped,
Like a piece of cloth.
He runs so fast,
Makes others look like sloths.

His abs are like diamonds,
Hard as can be.
I am mirin' so much,
I wish he'd marry me. 

His favourite food is chicken, 
Of any food group
Mine happens to be,
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