I believe in Odd, the number almighty, creator of digits of worth. I believe in Even, His mate, number adored. Conceived by the integers transmit and born of the burgeon gyri. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was misapplied, divide, and was varied. He descended to the zed. On the third ray he rows again. He ascended into seven and is repeated at the right and of the interger. He will sum again to judge the sieving and the spread. I believe in the Coli Omit, the holy data quick research, the profusion of taints, the forgiveness of grins, the resurrection of the bawdy, and life everpasting.