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However much we might want to upbraid
Those who under influence have stayed
Of Stupid God and been by it betrayed,
We do ill not to think ourselves afraid
That we will come to be those thus arrayed,
Of the same sort as those at whom we’ve bayed,
Mongrel hounds whose fears are not allayed
By all the noise that canine throats have paid
In tithes to other gods.