The Sage Considers the Art of Disbelief

it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
The thwarted child responds with hate
And the arsenal of all denial
The disbeliever must too reciprocate
Being its likeness all the while.
God, whose subtleties they miss
Is unseen for them to revile
So to fellow-man, a deathly kiss
Will make their inch a mile.

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