His persistent demand, to be washed clean of this weight in his mind and the soot in his glands.  The world would stir, and his nerves would dwell on all of the things you needn't to sell, to stare to swell, by an incanted spell, where in time only truth would tell, where his fate forlorn was eternally unfelled.

The purest water and the clearest skies, his word everlasting unto all seeing eyes.

Do you understand the truth he revealed, through his mysteries in the name concealed?  The weight lifted and in time he healed, each day reborn in the image he sealed.