there are children down by the water
and God is coming to get them
working the cashier and the moneychangers
but God is coming to get them

the aliens and the atheists are languishing
the air is stale and pinch
the pyramids must be vaulted
behold the human wench

voices are but mere vibrations
yet you hear it all around
follow each one another tract
a ripple felled the ears of sound