God, man and nature-
Or Time, Life and Immortality-
Don't I have a murmur
Against you beneath the sun's canopy?
Nature, so have you no power
As a poor man's negotiator?
Why then swing always to Destiny's cower
And be grinded by your own nature?
Man, you human, Satan's ally,
Were to God you use some charity
Where variations rob you of joy
And be one, you fool, with all beneath the sky!
Now you God, for so you are;
By your form you're in everything-
I dare not lecture you as a creator
But, damn, your tail is meant to be often shaking!
And you reader, you coward, unite your fears,
Your voice and ink for man
And let every thread of your tears
Make God, Man and Nature one!
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