Hot tubs of evangelism.
Holy smokes! The curtain is falling
on us all. We are fading into dust.
We are fading.
Curtains! We are all on fire,
hot for evangelism. Dusty curtains
fading in tubs of smoke
I need a coffee or maybe I need more. Maybe it's common causality or Cybele's death roar. Maybe it's the ocean laughing in the rain. Or maybe a witch war or maybe a new vein. Naw, I think it's just rebellion dogs driving me insane.