They shed blood to kindle gods,
Their pornographic gods to shine.
But if they withdraw their swords,
Behold, gold’s image twinkles.
They do who do not refrain swords,
Snuff candles off God’s images.
‘But who knows the aims of blood? ’
Surely, one whose silence speaks.
Hills of gold’s image above them all,
Descend through hearts filled
With arts in the God’s articles,
But only in the benevolent toilers.
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