Song of the Wandering Jew

I am the Wandering Jew, I struck at Christ with a closed fist As I struck at Baal and Osiris, And it makes no difference.

I have no memory of why I am the keeper of balance, Alternate Christ and Anti-Christ, But it makes no difference.

You know as well as I Of the worth of arguments, But they must go on for some time, Since it makes no difference.

But when it is all in balance, A white noise of the mind, I am mindless with that waterfall Which makes no difference.

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