Around the Bend, It Breaks.

"God ain't up in the sky holding together our bones."

All behold a colorful woman.

With her colorful ideas,

And her colorful posture,

And her colorful lips

To produce her colorful words.

All behold a perfect God.

With his perfect promises,

And his perfect rays of white,

And his uncompromising mercy

To save us all from Hell.

All behold the dead story.

With it's repetitious plot,

And it's predictable scenes,

And no one to remember

the way it ends.

All behold the heart of the machines .

With their ways of changing you,

And their formalities of sorts,

And their killing of the soul

That we're all afraid to stop.

I've got my brain in something

I've got the sky in me.

I've got my faith in something

Someone believes in me.

Make me your entity,

No face, no show.