These men are not drunk as you suppose Simply stoked saturated in the spirit of Christ who rose Rowdy raisin a ruckus radical lovers he chose Boastin in the gaudiness of the Godhead’s third person the Holy Ghost Last Days –time’s drawing to a close Sons daughters prophesying quiver full arrows for bows Elect from every tribe called by the Quester –Lord knows Call his name get saved—that’s how it goes Jesus of Nazareth approved by God amidst his foes Slain by the wicked awful crucifixion—nails through toes Delivered by his own determinate counsel for pimps and hoes Died but on the third day like I said before he rose Body never to see corruption like Edgar Allen Poe’s Consider the ravens, lilies and grass but don’t doze Make your way to the throne of grace—Repent be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins and you will receive the gift of the Holy Ghost