He say's,
He's got Christ inside.
Maybe he does,
But can he walk on water?
Like you and I,
A mere cancerous body.
And so,
Why does he even bother?…because:
Comfort…and,
Control.
Conscience…
Far greater than I've ever known.
Judgment.
A higher feeling of some,
Substance.
Might be afraid to die alone.
He says,
He's so high on life.
Maybe he is.
From the water turned to wine.
Like you and I,
The biggest plague we've ever known!
And still,
Why does he bible beat me?…because:
Comfort…and,
Preservation.
A feeling,
Far better than I've ever known.
Paranoid.
Fear of some,
Rapture.
Just like he's scared to die alone…
He says…there's,
So much more than meets the eye.
Maybe he's right…
Or just afraid to die.
But how he cares…and,
How persistent he is!
And how he keeps preaching:
One day, he will rise!
No!
Rise!
No!