there once was the solitaire lord
who nevertheless got damn bored
created star light
and demons to fight
with clerics with sheeple to hoard

big business appeared
and profits with beard
the holiest text
more profits came next
the clerics and sheeple then cheered

a promise from heaven descended
with gusto the text was amended
when worship won't fade
there will come an aide
to rapture the right oh so splendid

consumption was growing now fast
as if it forever would last
but profits of war
then blew up the store
and progress way back to the past

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