That those who serve the Stupid God will fail
To recognize the price of their travail--
Its kind, its reach, its grasp, its scope and scale--
Is no surprise. They are the sort who heed
Stupid God's lies, who think they do not need
To think about where thoughts and actions lead,
And so they are surprised when their desire
Returns and burns their hearts as searing fire,
Casts their wants upon a raging pyre
And eats the ash. Who evil's root will eat
Should not much start that others take that treat
From those they claim themselves to love, or bleat,
Like goats, they find themselves to be betrayed,
Since they but suffer that which they have made.
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