They fall upon themselves and shove to ground
The others running with them, drive them down
And think that they alone can be around
The Stupid God enthroned in filth and muck.
There ever is more room for them to tuck
Themselves into that Stupid God may suck
Upon their hearts and minds as they were teats,
And such thin milk as will flow thence it eats,
And eating, swells to overflow its seat.
Did they their own alone thus treat, ‘twere well,
But Stupid God’s call is instead the knell
Rung out to call all others into hells
Not made by them, but made in their despite,
Drowning reason’s day in folly’s night.
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