Why are you resisting? You know that my place is all things holy. Deep down, you're aware I am your sanctuary. You too, are indoctrinated, yet another skeptic. Come inside, I might just change your mind.
Why are you fighting this? You know that all I have is nothing but sacred. One look up, you'll see the promised garden. Like me, victim of religion, the wine to your bread. Come here and hide, I might just change your life.