Leave it to the clever people
From heaven and not hell;
The fair are there, like a forced crowd and audience,
The heavenly ones that are benign,
And the seas are thanked but by far
By the hellish people by far,
They are further in their evil now -
The mistresses are there, much drunk on wine of blood,
In the cogs of all time there is blood
From the celebrations of the good.
Leave it to the clever people.
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