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But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, indeed, but they are fakes
Who think not that the Stupid God forsakes
Ere noon who bow to it with coming dawn.
It uses them, discards them, and moves on
To other victims, willing, yes, and non.
It feasts upon them, takes them for its own,
May lift them up a moment ere they're thrown
Aside--the meat stripped, naked bone
Already cracked and marrow long scraped out.
It is the work of Stupid God that doubt
Of its intentions still persists despite
Repeated actions in plain, open sight.