‘to the hills! to the hills!’ screamed the floodgates of hell
entertained, unrestrained, little demons rang bells
for Tomorrow and Yesterday danced for the gold,
ever certain each reigned over Earth manifold;
parallel, lower Hades was high as a kite--
‘what a thrill it will be, a domain so contrite!’
as good fortune should smile, the ridiculous sang
in the ashes of victory, agony rang
with a message so clear that the zombies awoke
as the villages grew, callow humans too spoke
so in time, could long rivals upholster their fears
by their union, dominion was something to cheer
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