Perhaps in Stupid God’s advance
It’s seen that fighting has no chance
If it’s done by those like me.
Fearful, hiding, I don’t see
A way away from how things stand--
Yet better things do they demand
Who have lost to folly yet,
And I esteem those I have met
Who fight the fight from which I flee.
I know I will never be
Such as they are, to such effect
As can the Stupid God reject
When, with hateful pantheon
And hordes beside, it marches on
Its goals and puts them to the siege,
Making more call it their liege
As it it crowns with world’s delight
And torments others with the sight
Of things that might have once been good
Be put to purpose understood
As ruin and unending wrack.
There is no answer for my lack.
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