i used to think i had to write something that would move the world.
but i've learned.  
i can't begin to reach the world; only you.  
if you listen. 

can you hear what you read?  
do you know what you need?  
is there any need to continue with this?

i question you not to intimidate, 
but to help you investigate.  
you gotta find out how you think, 
and why you're afraid.  
are you sure you believe?  
or just agree...
in case what they tell you is true.

i seek your soul to make you whole. 
a reader of the writers of me.  
i'm giving to you.  can you take it?  
you'll know if its real.  you can't fake it.

the power is at your command.  
what God has given your soul to keep, 
be revealed to you through my hand...

i call these teachings the church bizarre.  
but you can't see it from where you are.  
the bridge to get over is through your fear.  
we welcome you.  our Lord is near.  
give unto Satan that which is damned.  
give unto me your hand...