Dare I still lift my voice to the despite
Of Stupid God when, in plain and open sight,
Its cult will rise and with no sense of fright
Assail who speak such words as they disdain?
Dare I lift up my voice in that refrain
To which I return often in the pain
Of hearing Stupid God by many praised
When they by tree-borne rope would have them raised
Who have not argued yet are not so crazed
In that ill worship as are they? Dare I
Let yet another day of this pass by,
This making of the world a filthy sty
Fit not for foulest swine, a reeking cess
That sucks at heels and hinders all progress?

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