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"Nor need real gods sell door-to-door"

Deus ex Machina

Ringing at my door to change my religion you
Indulge in a fundamental futility
I am the least likely patsy or pigeon to
Re-create in your image fundamentally
Although you say you are not fundamentalists
I watch as you mark me down in your little lists
Methodically although you are no Methodists

Long published by the Methodist publishing house
Despite being existentialist Lutheran
I know a thing or two about people like you
So I urge you cats to move on to the next mouse
Just walk on by and give up as hopeless the man
Who lives here cross him off your lists one more lost soul
Who will learn soon enough if what you say is true

Sorry if you fall short of your recruitment goal
But all fall short of the glory of God they say
And from the looks of us we both fall short today
You simply cannot capture before your "rapture"
Those you annoy by interrupting anyway
When the morning comes by faith I will see the light
Nor need real gods sell door-to-door ...therefore: good night

+Steven Curtis Lance



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