hey you there in the chairnwhy don't you hear yournown self?nyou could find utopianbut instead your brain isndeadnyou talk of pains of lovenand transcendence fromnabovenbefore you know it you'llnbe six feet undernas unconsciousnessnenvelops younyou've missed out on thenbig dealnso all aboard withoutnyour lord and all of hisnministryn'cause in the making'snhistoryndisparage faithnand as you write I shallndictatenfeed a starving womanndress the mannthen go to heaven like angood Americannand as the promised gatesnof serene recognizancenfade into a numbing non-nexistence you will rotnawaynwithout ever reallynhaving anything...ndisregard theirnsettlementnand be one like menun-born againnsources say gods are thenwaynand question not thenreasonnHow can you pretend?nAmen!nShalom!nReally? Hallelujah's gonnanbuy anfirst class seat?nwell let me tell younsomething brothernthat can't be beat!nWell, I've heard the voice anthousand timesnthe one you say creatednminenbut I've come tonunderstandnthe voice is from the mannin me andnnot the one you've givennhigher groundndo you understandnI'm un-born againndo you understandnI'm un-born againnit's a laughing shame thatnthey'ventwisted your brainnyou could be one like menmaking your ownndecisionsnlike you ought to benand from then you shallnhave becomenunborn again