It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

I Felt Like I Might As Well Have Been Living In Another Part Of The Solar System.

You Say You've Lost Your Faith But That's Not Where It's At You Have No Faith To Lose And You Know It

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

But Now We Got Weapons Of The Chemical Dust If Fire Them We're Forced To Then Fire Them We Must One Push Of The Button And A Shot The World Wide And You Never Ask Questions When God's On Your Side