No man of faith am I to praises sing
Of one who's claimed to be the heavens' king
And blessings thereby on myself to bring--
Far less a seeker of reward am I
Than one who seeks to injury deny
And risk to minimize--oh, no, not I.
It is enough to do to let things pass
Without them biting sharply on my ass,
Without my being by Stupid God harassed.
The servants legion of that god assail
Me from day to day, and, without fail,
They add to challenge all our lives entail;
To summon something other things attracts,
And once they're out, they're damned hard to put back.
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