The man of Truth perfected finds
The strength of his conviction
To be authority that binds
For when one’s word is never broke,
His speech creates predictions,
That have the power to revoke
All seeming contradictions.
Then as the World finds it hard —
A tiresome affliction —
To stand against this steadfast Bard,
It yields jurisdiction.
And so I carry on with my
In hopes that someday too will I
Attract such benediction.