There are two gods now that turn the rusty wheels,
There is a tired old God of love who sleeps most of the time,
But a new God is being born,
Not as powerful as the other but still a God.
This deity I call the God of the clover fields.
His purpose is to repair the damage that love has done.
The innocent who drown in love,
Drown no more.
The worshippers whose hands are tied,
Worship no more.
The sensitive who pray for peace.
Pray no more.
Please God of the clover fields let the nightmares end.
placet Deo, et de agris capellae in finem malorum.