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Blotworld

I know, the world is a blot.
Breeding, cruel hatreds and plot.
Some win, but most of us lose;
only the rich can live as they choose.

Some say, it's a base human fault.
In some way, always caught short.
One day, some wit will retort:
it's in the nature of gods
to play God for good sport.
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