Zarathustra and Bodhi quietly walk behind the jail in the Woods of Wisdom and peer through an open window guarded with iron rods to see an old sheep, wearing a coarse monastic cassock, approach an imprisoned lamb in the corner of the dark cell and says coldly to him:

is it you
no don’t reply
i know too well
your silent cry

thou shalt commanded
with fire at the stake
heretic of freedom
your truth we break

you give them a choice
to follow or not
the weak fall to terror
the faithful to rot

freedom you offer
they cannot bear
you leave them abandoned
in doubt and despair

we correct your error
we carry the load
they kneel to be guided
along the narrow road

The Grand Inquisitor pauses and then walks up to within an inch of Lamb of God and sneers in his face:

you promise them heaven
but hunger is now
we feed them in body
tell them what to avow

freedom is torment
it fractures the will
we provide the chains
to keep the masses still

Grand Inquisitor takes out a dagger from within his cloak, holds it under Lamb of God’s chin, and says:

confess and plead mercy
or perish by me
this time for your church
no mercy shall there be

your grave has been waiting
your end long prepared
to bury your silence
and all that you dare

Lamb of God leans forward and kisses Grand Inquisitor gently on his lips. Grand Inquisitor shudders, stumbles back and drops his dagger. He points to the prison’s front door and directs Lamb of God:

go and return not
be gone from this land
lest they who serve god
destroy what they can’t command

Lamb of God slowly walks out of the prison. The Grand Inquisitor senses the presence of Zarathustra and Bodhi and turns to see them quickly through the window before they duck down. Suddenly, Thou Shalt arrives and enters the prison with his sword drawn. He views the empty cell and angrily confronts the Grand Inquisitor:

where is the lamb
the traitor divine
whom the lords have taken
i will cut down the swine

The Grand Inquisitor responds, meekly:

my lord he was here
but i let him depart
i told him be gone
he must play his part

Thou Shalt roars and lifts up his sword, cursing: 

you are weak
your will undone
you chose his love
the law you shun

Thou Shalt strikes down the Grand Inquisitor and exits the prison and flies up the path. Bodhi and Zarathustra continue their journey until they reach the end of the Woods. They lay down under a full moon and Bodhi asks himself before falling asleep:

does anything exist

eternal and inherent

like god, morals, or math

unchanging and permanent

or do all things dissolve

in currents rearranging

interwoven as one

forever becoming

to be or to become

what is the nature of reality

i rest within the question

as i walk toward the sea