The Christ was in Hell, spake the yelling man. Jesus was in the "fire" of "Hell", he did spout, to which, I told the church, `I'm in the fire now', to which an angels voice of righteousness cried out, a spontaneous, Amen! Caught me off guard, the ring in its tone, a righteousness which swiftly found itself out of breath- that was it, the time for Peace to be seen more and more, that those who I dance might know I mean them no harm, I am Peace, agitated? Sure. Wouldn't you be righteously humble i hour assessment of Me considering the truth that pours out my being. I have found God, and if it is not God, then I have tamed the foul beast of retribution! Rejoice with Me my friends! I am the last one! Won't I be surprised to see these looks on your irked faces, I am not the easiest one to assist, and for that I am most sorry. Backwards I go into Heaven, the back of the House, the door of belief open to reality, the marriage of Peace and God and Love and ...
(The Weaver's Song)