My heart is hot within me now as I
But look about and see how matters lie,
But look about and see lifted on high
What should be low, see how they it exult
Who, gleeful, join the Stupid God’s foul cult,
And see with no great insight the result
That must proceed from out their worship’s course.
I scream into the wind until I, hoarse,
Am blown away by all the gathered force
That thronging fools all rushing in exert,
Not at all caring that they themselves hurt
So long as they inflict their held desert
On those they have been told that they should hate.
To fend them off…it is now far too late.

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