Readied were the armies
of the This and of the That
Angels blew their trumpets
And the devils sent out rats
To the war the evil started
For truth the morals crumbled
By the sights of Love departed
As insanity was at bat
Grand-slammed to the bleachers
By the politicians and preachers
Was the news of Godly teachers
Who held the Magician's hat
The Magicians sat there watching
Fore their moment was sadly passing
Pacing, fearful, anticipating
The worst of possible relating
To the Masters, always waiting
For new members to begot
And the armies fought on always,
And the war was tired and boring,
Came the day of truth and judgment
And the combatants won just that.
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