Four siblings, plagued
by the paranoia of inadequacy.
I would throw my mother in the ocean if I thought she might praise my brother more.

Ah, but praise religion!
No uncomfortable truths
need come out when faith
serves as a veil.
It is always all justified - to protect
Creation, the trees, the seas,
my nebulous philosophy embraced last week.
How? Who cares.

Mother, love me more.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 913 AF.