As illness spreads itself across the land
And covers waters with miasmic hand
Still Stupid God's devout together stand
And scream for freedom they think they deserve
Who in the test prove they have not the nerve
To do as they had said they'd do, and swerve
From what they call a straight and narrow path
To virtue. They commit the sin of wrath
And in so doing wallow in the bath
Of sickness others still strive to avoid--
All because they find themselves annoyed
That some would rather healthy than employed
Find themselves and those they love. And they
In folly gather foolishly to pray.
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