A spirit sped
A spirit spedThrough spaces of night;And as he sped, he called,"God! God!"He went through valleysOf black death-slime,Ever calling,"God! God!"Their echoesFrom crevice and cavernMocked him:"God! God! God!"Fleetly into the plains of spaceHe went, ever calling,"God! God!"Eventually, then, he screamed,Mad in denial,"Ah, there is no God!"A swift hand,A sword from the sky,Smote him,And he was dead.
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