Sine and Cosine, you little angels,
Legs of a right triangle,
With hypotenuse of a radius of one.
You determine so many things.
You shape the formula to get the real answer.
It is not a thing we invented,
But an inherent law in the universe.
To say, "We use it, because it's useful,"
Is teleological, for the cause springs forth its use
That the cause is its self subsistent nature
In the bedrock of all reality.

Calculus, you little angel,
A very difficult curve,
Just like a circle's circumference,
Determines the area of what's underneath you.
And in that area, we can derive
Anything that is the quadratic relation
Of two variables.
And it always works.
And through your infinite series,
And the rates of change,
And the slopes of  the curve
We find a real area,
That determines a real thing.

Quadratic Equations, you little angel
By observing the square,
And fundamentally understanding it,
We can reduce the area of any two dimensional
Object into one dimension,
And thereby, understand the linear functions
Of any area. And that area represents any exponent
To the second degree. And it is,
And this comprehension leads to other laws
And other truths about the universe,
And the logic subsists that it can derive
The substance of anything it relates too--
Including the arcs of a ball falling by gravity.

Infinite primes, you little angel,
We do not "know" there are infinite primes
The same way we do not "Know" there is a God---
Yet we infer in the logical next step,
Just like Calculus solves, that it must be.
For, we only know the infinite sums add up
Because we measure it in its limited dimension,
And see it solves for the rest---
We can know, just like we know there are infinite primes
Due to the nature of infinity,
That God exists through the coherence of the universe.
For we understand it is real, and it all works interrelated,
That a mind had to develop the reality
For us to truly understand and describe it.

I see a design, so know it only can be if God made it so.

How might God persuade you,
That you are bound for hell?
I believe, He will give you the full peace
You might have enjoyed,
Should you have come into honor.
The full love, the full blessing,
And then He shall show you
Starting with your ancestors
Their sins, and crimes, which were passed
Down, and the King's sins, too,
Over the land, who wish to corrupt their people,
And then finally, your decisions.
He shall show you every moment
Where you had recourse to better your life
And change, and make way,
And He shall show you all the people
You would have met, and all the people you did
And their crimes, and what God
Would protect you from, should you believe.
And at the end, He shall say,
"If the world chose me, you could have entered this peace.
"And being that perhaps you would have mourned 
"In this life, for a little while, by making the choice
"To follow me, I would have given you this peace
"You feel right now as an eternal inheritance.
"Which you rejected, because your knowledge
"Puffed you up, and so did your sin."
Therefore, you will understand
Why you deserve to go,
And shall enter into torment 
Without protest, but rather a dejected sigh.

There are various times in eternity,
Just like there are various times 
In our universe, relative to a body's mass.
Thus, there are different kinds of clocks.
As there were two clocks already mentioned,
One which measured the universe's rotations 
in terms of seconds and another in minutes,
But which, the standard clock
Is like our own, where every second
Is a year, and every hour 
Three thousand six hundred years
And every day eighty-six thousand 
Four hundred years.
And so heaven would not get boring,
Every second that strikes,
Joy, peace, and love increases by magnitudes. 
So that only a heavenly body could contain the joy;
Our earthly bodies would die if it experienced
The joys, peace or love of heaven.
There is such magnitudes, that God is infinite
And can infinitely increase our joy;
And we shall wait upon that second
That minute, that hour, that day
And be exhilarated like a child waiting
For their Easter Basket, or Christmas Present.
It shall be a momentous occasion,
Which upon the heavenly calendars---
Governed by the Moon---
We shall wait for the increases with expectation
Exceeding.

I wrote volumes nobody would publish.
I rely on others for even the slightest morsel of bread.
I never had a wife, children, debts or money.
I will soon be without an automobile.
I sleep in my childhood bedroom.
But I wrote volumes. And everyone tells me that is no good.

Oh, Pelagius, do you not understand?
By human will we are condemned, 
And not in restful Sabbath?
Man striving after the law
Loses his love, so said Ignatius
To the Philadelphians,
And Asceticism is not good.
Original sin, is that we understand sin
That is our original sin,
Is we chose to have knowledge of it.
Thereby, choosing a different path
We, even as infants, attain the Nation
Not that of Israel. But by choosing 
God, we walk in His rest
And thereby do what is good always.

I really don't understand the mystery
Behind knowing what something is.
It seems like we've lost everything
By forgetting how to do that.

They called me a "Hypocrite" and a "Liar"
And said I had no righteousness.
My lie was that Christ is testified throughout history,
The gospels are witness, and there's direct
Corroboration of the events in the Bible.
Of which, I've found many.
I'm a hypocrite because I call out
People's sin, and don't want them to go to hell.

They were right I have no righteousness, though.
Of that, Christ is my righteousness, and no other.

The Chiquihuite, the Clovis--
You disappear. Why?
Aye, a global flood?