Yea, Foolish Mortals, Noah's Flood Is Not

Yea, Foolish Mortals, Noah's Flood Is Not Yet Subsided; Two Thirds Of The Fair World It Yet Covers.

Lo! Ye Believers In Gods All Goodness, And In Man All Ill, Lo You! See The Omniscient Gods Oblivious Of Suffering Man; And Man, Though Idiotic, And Knowing Not What He Does, Yet Full Of The Sweet Things Of Love And Gratitude.

Let Us Only Hate Hatred; And Once Give Love A Play, We Will Fall In Love With A Unicorn.

Talk Not To Me Of Blasphemy, Man; I'd Strike The Sun If It Insulted Me.

Let Faith Oust Fact; Let Fancy Oust Memory; I Look Deep Down And Do Believe.