Sometimes I think I should in worship fall
Towards which me the Stupid God does call
And join the throngs that lie within its thrall,
For I am not less angry than they are,
And they than me seem happier by far.
If I would join them, I would face no bar,
But would be celebrated for a time
As I became complicit in each crime
They do against good sense and the sublime--
Which they will claim to praise as they abjure
What they mistakenly believe impure,
And in those wrong beliefs, they are too sure.
But in such cause, I cannot take a knee.
Too many praise the Stupid God; not me.
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