The scorching fires of hell
Cannot burn those who do not believe
Or those who don't have an imagination
For those who are blessed with poverty of the mind
Are cursed too with poverty of the body
Those who have been bent by life
Do not need to bend before a god
For then they shall be one with the dirt
Long before their time has come
For only those who feel the need to be have their voice heard
Answer the call from lands unseen
And tell stories of immortal men
Who hold the power to move Heaven and Hell
And bring forth salvation of the weak
For the weak need to be led, by the hand
As they haven't been blessed by My father
Who is omnipresent and hence within me
But not in them
For they are weak
Forgive them
For the sins of their prior lives