It is no valor, acting in such ways
As to the Stupid God affords the days,
The nights, the weeks, the months, the years it prays
To gather up a cult culled from a horde.
But it is cowardly to have ignored
The way in which too many have outpoured
Libations and anointments to raise on high
A thing that would to them justice deny.
It would their better thoughts gladly belie
And render them no better than the beasts,
They spurn, or worse, since animals at least
Do but their kind, though gory be their feasts.
But Stupid God’s adherents do no less
Than sloppy animals to leave a mess.
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