Your faithful Creator
Fell in unbelief.
Your faith-lacking Nature
Is suffering grief
Instead of collecting,
Instead of rejecting,
But willing to shove itself
Into its beef.
Your soul's foggy realm
Tries to overwhelm
Those dirty gold altars
But they're already molten.
There, it's digging a tower
To get chewing the flower,
Which'd never had root.
So, then chew your foot!
Get choked with your fried eyes,
Sneez with your hair,
But you won't hear the silence,
For it can't be snared!
Your faithful Creator,
Shaking out from your beef
Is wrapping Himself
With your soul's endless grief
And trying to conquer the realm
Of your Nature.
what is to believe?..
So, listen to the only Creed.
It is the clearest Creed,
The highest Creed,
The Creed that removes all suffering.
This is truth that cannot be doubted.
Say it so:
You is we.
I is they.
We am you.
He are thou.