Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.