hey you there in the chair

why don't you hear your

own self?

you could find utopia

but instead your brain is

dead



you talk of pains of love

and transcendence from

above

before you know it you'll

be six feet under

as unconsciousness

envelops you

you've missed out on the

big deal

so all aboard without

your lord and all of his

ministry

'cause in the making's

history

disparage faith

and as you write I shall

dictate



feed a starving woman

dress the man

then go to heaven like a

good American

and as the promised gates

of serene recognizance

fade into a numbing non-

existence you will rot

away

without ever really

having anything...



disregard their

settlement

and be one like me

un-born again



sources say gods are the

way

and question not the

reason



How can you pretend?

Amen!

Shalom!



Really? Hallelujah's gonna

buy a

first class seat?

well let me tell you

something brother

that can't be beat!

Well, I've heard the voice a

thousand times

the one you say created

mine

but I've come to

understand

the voice is from the man

in me and

not the one you've given

higher ground



do you understand

I'm un-born again

do you understand

I'm un-born again



it's a laughing shame that

they've

twisted your brain

you could be one like me

making your own

decisions

like you ought to be

and from then you shall

have become

unborn again