The preacher turned back to his flock
Who am I to preach to you?
I am but a manatee.
Do I speak for God?
I speak for the Gold in myself!
There will be no meeting with the flock.
He will always be disappointed in what he finds.
He veils his eyes at nude paintings.
He talks to the widows.
He was once a man like you.
He reflects reflects reflects.
We are a world of missed connections!
Hurricane Sandy Hook bears the rubble of our estrangement!
Rent(2)/rent(1) your breasts.
Turn to Me and Ask for forgiveness of sin and debt!