The gods, distressed, revoke idolatry
And make mankind sweat tears beneath the sun
So not a goat, a stone, a doll, a tree
Nor Science can usurp them as The One.
Distinctions which, when shown beneath my glass
Are so slight one can't place a breath between
Yet once distorted by intentions crass
Become the gulfs most monstrous ever seen.
The gods, distressed, are fearing that their Fate
Has now become dispensable to those
Whose worshipping did once serve to inflate
The egos of the gods with praise and prose.
And needing us to buttress their designs
The gods scare us to prayer to prop their spines.
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