Thee Above All

Blessed art thou that believes, kneel before Thee Morn and night our eynes unfolded on Thee Lest we stagger or plop by the wile trap To Thee we knock, drop the badger unwrapped Creeds from thou embark, twitches of deeds shift Habitus from wails and torment we drift Hands of stone we glorify images Images of beasts festoon above thy sages Afore icons loss of might comes thy judgement Erelong nay beliefs or mooncalfs will lament Betwixt good and evil crumpets disport Eke esurient gudgeons hence thirst and port Orison, not purfles orts for prithee Maugre poshes, naught comes higher than Thee