"At Baptist School"
As passionate and curious children, iniquitous entities were conservatively removed from us by Southern Preachers calling upon their personal fabrication of the Holy Spirit Itself, using their deep drawl-like invocation of Jesus' Name and all that country-cooking jazzmustard; next, Rock and Roll labelled as Devilistic--me: 6th Grade mind you, Reagan thriving and brilliantly alive in a commonly corporeal sense; moreover, the Evangelical Erudite Folk of the Southern Church would sing and say: "Country Western (as it was known back then) has some dirty messages as well. Men having wicked affairs and scandalous women sipping whiskey till beyond the couth of tipsy, and her socks may come off too; alas, boy--get you some Gospel Sound."
And then, while not canonized, told me Judas was most-definitely in the Poor Pits of Pandemonium. Yet I witnessed no Transfigured Souls in my teachings; at the same time--me either.
