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The clouds drift slowly,
yet the lightning is swift.
The foolish follow blindly;
the spoiled squander their gift.
The night follows day
between twilight's indecision.
The poor with dreams surely pay
for the privilege of submission.
In the coming relapse perhaps,
with repentance forthcoming.
Some of the spared
might have cared
Except for the constant whinging
impinging on the purest of thought.
Be satisfied that they lied,
with the souls that we bought.
So cheaply and completely;
they have given us so much,
like forlorn wars and forced whores,
repeated deep deceit, gold and such.