I never knew you. I don’t care! And while you stood at the street corners, screaming your prayers, I starved to death, naked and bare! But you never cared! You never turned your head as I begged beneath pointing, crooked fingers attached to crooked, faithless men! I am consumed by your anger! Terrified by your rage! Love and grace? What a beautiful revelation in relation to the patience you practice towards the sin that you hate. This is the message that I proclaim: Kiss the Son! Because the day will come that you perish from the way. You’re toying with the flint that starts the sparks that turn into the fire that fan the flames. I could have been your escape! I Am! But the devil does not fight fair. You sweep people away like dreams that disappear! I Am! But the devil does not fight fair. I could have been your escape!