Believer, yet born again
What mastery decrees it so
That mortal men hold precedence
Beyond God's given intention
Point fingers and pass judgment
And neglect the world around
Yea, to sling banners of grandeur
Making clear all condemned
Stand alone then upon a summit
Wrought of meek inheritance
A solitary existence, a religion's
God knows none, only men do
Oh believer, what is salvation
In such a selective universe
Where only like minds live
And die trying to still believe