Think not that Stupid God has gone to rest,
Retired to its awkward ugly nest
Because one avatar failed in one test,
But know that others of that ilk abound,
And if of smaller voice, they still surround
In numbers such as still may well confound.
The vigil should not now be set aside
Because the wrinkled citrus now does hide,
For subtler things still work, and woe betide
Who recks not that the peril still endures,
A foul disease for which there is no cure
Save one, and that not open to the pure.
Rejoice in that one evil's gone away,
But know another comes with every day.
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