Jesus is my brother,
even though,
we've different mothers.

Jesus showed the way,
it is true,
but Jesus is me,
and Jesus is you.

The way of Christ,
is the way we all,
can recover ourselves,
from the fall.

But to fall in line,
with the line of the fallen,
Is to be out of line,
with the divinely begotten.

The forgotten, begotten,
The one with us all,
Is what we are also,
at the end of it all.

Our end is the same,
only when the same we do,
to believe otherwise,
is a bunch of poo.

Immanuall