'Direct Manuscript' - taken from Volume 6.

Choose heaven over hedonism passion over pleasure the only real God over whatever the others believe in. Using all their means to keep the truth from you ruthlessly it’s useless see? Everything around screams Jesus; It’s a disease this soul’s been waiting for debating your salvation is a given: Get free from this invisible prison, in quizzical visions I search for my First, thirsting only for Him again.

I begin and then continue to punch through these spiritual walls, leap higher when miracles fall to earth: it’s Heaven’s birth in this land. Wildly tame yet contraband, an illegal presence violates this world’s fixtures as I flick through pictures in the Book of Life. No demons present, my dreaming’s risen to a higher state, I’m feeling driven to a fire plate where my soul is purified and corruption floats away on a stream of lava.

I’m rather blessed and impressed at this saving; He finds me raving after dark deities, I fail at these submissive demands from the border, it’s against destruction and chaotic order that I stand, and my power comes from that shining land where I cannot grasp what He can handle. Like a silent thief, He destroys my soul vandals and sends them reeling into Shelob, the @#!*% of it, I’m feeling heaven’s manuscript running through my mind again, and find them released in the peaceful passage to paradise.