Oh Jesus,
My brother whom I do love,
My brother who I have drank the blood of,
Every memory and joy You have created
For me to feel so sublime,
A Path of destined Bliss.

So Jesus,
I will tell You Your Plan is great,
Though I have no clue what will come between now and Heaven's Gate.
It is such a surreal kind of love,
Some people don't care,
Some people hate.

But I remember:
Blessed are those who have Faith without seeing.
Even though someday You and I are dreaming.
Of the kind of...