The sacred brain, and not the heart of Jesus, Is what I am devoted to; that mind Displaying a divine judiciousness And perspicuity; that can unwind Whatever humans have tied into knots That they cannot get out; that mind that reads The minds of others, knows their inner thoughts I value more than all the blood he bleeds Out of that heart that some have turned into The sacred object of their piety Because from it I get a point of view That’s saving me from a stupidity That others, judging by how they behave, He might as well never…