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The Lord,  works in mysterious ways,

Said the man.

No. No they don't,

Said I.

The Gods are perfectly predictible.

He who climbs the highest,

Falls the farthest.

Those who are left behind,

Were not favored by the Gods.

The Lord,  works in mysterious ways,

Said the man.

Not making any progress,

I just smiled and turned away.

A bolt of lightning,

Flew down from the sky,

I turned around,

And he was gone.