A Heyoka like Heart

[The Draç (李)]

Political distrust, they look for a God.

To decipher all the lies and see through the fog.

Tall like giants, they amuse the crowd.

The stars that beckon and look to be proud.

What was found with what was lost, they continue to joke.

Reading the word of God, after the Elohim had spoke.

Then laced, the poison administered to the ones that drank.

Having to pick up my cross and help "them" think.

To lose is to lie, to win is to try.

Walking on water and continue to be dry.

The seraph that burns, he looks to be lit.

After saying our prayer, the congregation then sits.