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