I christened myself when the vision appeared. He was two-dimensional and had long hair.
He appeared in the bush, I am not joking. The burning bush that I was smoking.
You see right through me and the way I am. It's not because of my beliefs that I was damned. Though you wear flesh, we're of the same kin. We're all cardboard under the skin.
I speak with my messiah every day. Pull him out of his draw, unfold him, and pray.
Cardboard Messiah; They pinned him to a cross. Cardboard Messiah; He often ripped for his own cause.
The resurrection's coming. He will return home. Let's hope next time he'll be made of styrofoam.
