The one and the one he immediately made
Is adoration above god
But of course two is an uneven
Number of legs for the one chair
Of being while three is perfect
It’s a picture that applies everywhere
And randomly in all fields
To be used like a tool
A tool of the gods
Who hammer away at us
And argue in our sleep
Just the three of them
Like a children’s chorus
Singing our hearts out
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