O, Stupid God, avert your eyes from me,
And elsewhere look, that you would others see,
For many truly seek you out in glee,
And surely they do number such as you
Can put them to whatever you would do,
Such tasks as having done would lead to rue.
Already do I labor long to be
A person such as from you would be free,
A person who to learning'd gladly flee,
And I do stumble often on that road
As I do rush to pay off what is owed
In tolls for me to tread where knowledge flowed.
Your gaze, a foot thrust 'twixt mine on that path,
Turn otherwise, and spare me from your wrath.
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