We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.