Yet more the Stupid God would strip away
From those who follow it with every day
And those who look upon it with dismay
Than has been lost or never had been found
Despite long search ‘neath both the sky and ground
And in the ocean’s depths that few will sound
And in the cloak Ouranos long has worn.
With each new pass, another thing is torn
From those who prized it, leaving them forlorn
While they look on who Stupid God do praise
And chant, excited that they see the days
In which the Stupid God does rightness raze.
Let ev’ry voice be lifted up to sing
That its singer’d not suffer that thing!

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