I hear what are God’s whispers
I steer ship with these zephyrs
Carrying me when there is non
Lifting me with abundance ton
Faith to be free following word
Don’t need much haven’t hoard
Of material goods- Karma pay
Sorcerer masochists doth flay
Their selves with + entangling
Oh no, that’s not what I meant
Teaching God be I sole intent
Funny joke to that feeb fucks
Who thinks internet is a truck
And thus must read each line
Loners learning of the divine
Joke, of course, for who else
Is the one sending note bells