How fine we are, cool, special,
Though we pull in different directions!
Deceived, but happy.
Each one’s steps toward advantage.

The blanket is short, it does not cover everyone,
We tear it first toward ourselves,
Where here is holiness, and where is sin?
How many broken ribs?

We will answer in solitude,
Friends, cellmates:
The criminals will wait for forgiveness,
The righteous without masks will disappoint.