Once upon a time the dis-ease of a people
escaped for a spell the rule by the steeple;
but after fools have steeped in rule
for a couple centuries at least, soon enough
they acquire the taste for power of this beast.
It flowers up into their eyes until the day
comes they despise the rank and file below them,
considering themselves to have been lifted
up higher until comes the day they too wake up
afflicted with the disease of the steeple.
And so this serpent eats its tail because order
and chaos must each prevail at the expense of
mankind, ever chasing after as if there's
something to be acquired or to find
other than these diseases. There must be
Something up there this merry-go-round pleases.
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