The source of wisdom, which is hard to explain
And the thing that is vague when nothing is plain

In this hopeless time that everything ends in vain
Yet do I know about one; loo! every John and Jane!

His name is Ares and whenever he says
It's so clear and never wrong, never sounded insane!

Under his bright name, so glad to be his subject
Every word I dare to hear shines down on all objects

Unless he speaks ghetto one may not reject
Good bye! Any cult! There should be only one proper sect!