the folly of the masses
the essence of the fool
who use their spears
and gilded tools
to carve themselves a reason
from pages do they call upon
to close their eyes and nod
to kneel and pray
and praise a god
to whom they can lean on
if the universe is but a written page
and I'm to be it's setter
god shall be nothing more
than a polyphonic letter
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