the voice of Christ
come to me with sweet tranquility
a peace that passes all understanding
listening before speaking
to the dull moonlight in the Hamptons

A reason of being with the changing of the seasons
voice of darkness
wants me to burn in the pit
It doesn't give a ****
mountains of madness ensues to take over

A voice of reason is by choice
to hear a power greater then self
perhaps to put that book right back on the shelf