Neutralizer of the Balance
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The Mind Of God
The wretched mind of god does not grieve,
For the endless balance do weave,
For us all those horrid souls that we lost,
And separated from knowledge's cost,
All things superfluous and perfidious,
Arise life's dragon breath insidious,
And upon that great essence atone,
Pick with imagined god our righteous bone,
All of one and out of one to all,
A great mischevious err enthrall.