What’s true to you is false to me
By the same eye you use to see
That those not yours are simply naught
Is yours to me with falsehood fraught;
I, who does not specialize,
Or lend unto some special prize,
Adjudicate your god and creed
As different plants from single seed,
Diff’ring in divinity,
Similar in falsity;
Thus, is your god to me.

-Poyetikos