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Born Again by Graphrodite
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The congregation of believers cackled hell, fire and brimstone
high from the phone wires, hoping their messages would reach
the unsaved.
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A few selected ones spoke in tongues, offering a special pleading,
while others remained speechless.
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Off in the distance, one lone soul sat erect and confident that
upon his sudden departure, lightening would strike and his cackle
would be heard through the wires.
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A few selected ones spoke in tongues, offering a special pleading,
while others remained speechless.
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Off in the distance, one lone soul sat erect and confident that
upon his sudden departure, lightening would strike and his cackle
would be heard through the wires.
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A few selected ones spoke in tongues, offering a special pleading,
while others remained speechless.
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Off in the distance, one lone soul sat erect and confident that
upon his sudden departure, lightening would strike and his cackle
would be heard through the wires.
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A few selected ones spoke in tongues, offering a special pleading,
while others remained speechless.
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Off in the distance, one lone soul sat erect and confident that
upon his sudden departure, lightening would strike and his cackle
would be heard through the wires.
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