The Wager

Before Schrodinger,
was the Lion of Judah
In the box of Bekka is a dead Christ;
on the cross of Roma is a living Jesus

Eleven eggs are empty;
if it ain't Christmas it's Easter
So be an elf or be a bunny;
it's always time
to hunt for The Presence

The Inn has zodiac animals
made from the porcelain of Sin;
one is not like the others,
for he was fired again

The glaze of his glory shineth
for those who have seen its light
But if you only look in the mirror,
you won't find it truly bright

Forget all you know about Tawheed;
you'd have better chances to grasp it
if you smoked some quality weed

Yet it'd only be for a moment;
it's a Truth you cannot possess
You can only walk with it along the path
when life and trust you confess

Faith dictates he is living
and will always be alive
For if there were no Logos
None of us would survive