A strange man
Divided himself into three,
The feminine,
The masculine,
The elder.
So poignant
So sad,
Perched for glory
By glorifying his selves
Through each face
Each branch watering
Confirming,
The other two.
Yet the clique clicks
Excluding reality
Publicly eating itself
Dissolving into smaller circles,
Ironically
Negating the desired result,
Adoration
Why?
Delusion
Confusion
Fear of exclusion?
Hence this illusion
My allusion is clear
Do you see yourself here?
I see you holy three
'Nuff said