The sign is not the end.
Oh crooked hand, why won't you do right?
The shadow is not the man.
Oh failing power and bent desire,
Why is it that you think,
That you can take the one who is,
And fashion Him your king?
O, little man, you had one thing right,
He is certainly a king.
O, little subject, you were right,
He is certainly your king.
But, little man and little heart,
This king is not like man,
That you could crown his head and then,
Submit him to your plan.
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