The scorn forlorn one,
with a beard that was, plucked from his chin
The veil was ripped, which was his skin
made me his kin.
And he is not ashamed to call me brother,
but Mary is not my mother.
I have been borne by another
The Spirit, who leads me to my father
and eldest brother
who held his lover, in his side
until she burst forth with love when he died,
to his flesh, but he overcame death
and rose again,
authoring the greatest book that has ever been penned
life will never end
and the truth will never bend
Jesus will surely come again.