Against the Stupid God does little vigilance suffice.
If lapsing but a moment, it enters in a trice
And strips from minds their cunning, takes flavors from the spice
That still must flow
Though few may know
Where it will go
Again.
No one can stand a vigil that must endure without end;
The most noble of guardians on others must depend
To ensure charge’s safety and the post defend.
It must be so
That they must go
Though they sorrow
Again.
The body, being bounded, cannot help but ever fail,
And Stupid God takes others’ failures’ moments to prevail.
Though some against the advantage angrily will rail,
Such cocks’ crow
Does swiftly go
Where none do know
Again.
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