Happy Liar Poem by Dan Uriel

A happy liar who has a God
Who is terrible, but goodness itself
Whose wounds are trembling with their hands
when you tear off the forbidden rose

Happy liar - incomprehensible spirit
The unconceived, innocent reality
The eyes of the universe rest on it
He stares at him, the inhabitant of the inheritance

I was not found in my heart or in heaven
And in this dead wicked deity
I rock myself with a heartbeat
I was a child, stole with a pale hand