"I understand how harsh this sounds",
I said to the assembled Conference
of Sarumanic World Congregations;
last fall, if I remember (big place).
"God is salvation, is One, is King,
Rules regaled in dazzling light,
and plans to send his guard on
a little ride, sometime soon."
I could feel the tear in the fabric
with every syllable. But did I stop?
HA! No. Sandpaper can be used,
you know, to remove dead layers.
So I said, harshly I suppose,
"Y-know, this God is salvation
akchuly luvs ya; Me, too. Mmm."
Sure, I was booed. It sounded bad.
But what did they think I meant?