Poem on why christians want to spread the gosple.
Follow me to death brother.
Here we are faithful and true
looking at the sky, In solipsistic solitude
My brothers, My sisters I need you
To be like me, To think like me
So when silence gait, gallows in the wind
we can wager with pascal
In the tormented, essence of selfishness
and fear, because together we are true.
Sanity is not statistical ~Orwell~