Truth?

I feel desperate
and wait for relief,
find succour in my belief,
But do disdain her mischief
And like a thief I love God
The Father, the sod, who claimed
above all the wealth that
belongs to her - my mother universal
Mother - and no no other than the
Universal Mother, of all including God,
the sod like a fat clump of
Miserable Earth he claims to be a lot of
good and we are miseraable malfunctioning Truths,
living in booths.