Explain to me this dire need,
Assigning all we are to He,
Who we create and disobey,
Accounting for our misery.

Does it but for nonsense make,
To place the lives of all at stake,
On the One we all forsake,
Instead of Nature's Course remade?

Do not mistake His message clear,
He and We are same in here,
As love is another form of fear,
And to any rigid rule, nothing will adhere,
So leave the End All be my dears,
And worry not, for the End is always near.

T.W. Jolin