The Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Christian, you triumphed, and went to war.
Over hills of bodies, you climbed them,
With their lumps under your shoes.
The walls were thick, and clay and corn,
And you fought, waving your flag
And going on Crusade.
You sodomized a Dog, so said the rebellious prophet,
And you stole the Jester's Thorny Crown,
So said another prophet...
For your war, you did your duck walk
In full clown makeup and rubber nose.
You were made the fourth in the trinity,
So said that same prophet.
1=4 it would be said, so said that same prophet.
And lo and behold, Common Core Math
Makes 1=4. 

I would rather die, than slay a man in combat;
Here is the patience of the Saints;
For the world is evil, and only by good do we conquer it
And only for ourselves do we conquer it, no one else.
We conquer it within us, as we fight philistines
In our own souls; not in our brothers'.
I confessed my life of crime, and was punished dearly for it.
I, a jester too, will cast my crown to Christ.
I am not a prophet.
I sorrow over the state of the world, rather than fight it;
I cry, like Jeremiah, over the state of our world.
I am no god, or the son of a god, or godly.
I am not a prophet.
I understand equalities, and have spent time understanding them;
And I was taught the math of my Ancestors.
Why 1 cannot equal 4.