What once again that avatar has wrought
That followers of Stupid God once sought,
And that to them did Stupid God allot,
And to the rest of us who otherwise would live--
Who that damned imposition may forgive
As soon as that one sails within a sieve--
Should come in this late day as no surprise
To any who have looked with any eyes
Or none. That every day is filled with lies
From those on high is long a commonplace,
But still adjusting to the ragged pace
And rapid called from th'avatar's place
Makes the legs of those running sore
And shakes those who stay seated to the core.
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