Why think they that they will pass unchecked,
That what they do no others will detect
When by their deeds they leave all too much wrecked,
Who to the Stupid God are their own gifts?
Why think they to escape the sight that sifts
Through the obscuring dust the hot air lifts
When from the thousand throats and more proceeds
Support for Stupid God in many screeds?
Why think they that the Stupid God their needs
Will meet, exceed, and make not to have been,
That they would gladly turn thereto again,
When doing so has done no good to ken?
The answer surely is “They do not think,”
And so would drag us down when they will sink.
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