communion.

"In the beginning, was the word."

"And the word was with God."

"And the word WAS God."

If this is true I need the word.

Scratch that.

I need words.

Strachan once said "words have more power than atom bombs."

I pray to Word he was right.

Cause I'm getting in a B-2 Bomber and flying around the world.

I've found a better way to end wars.

You can be my co-pilot, cause I don't think I can do this alone.

We're gonna drop words like bombs.

Drop 'em over Afghanistan, Iraq, Darfur, Palestine, Israel, North Korea, South Korea, the United states.

Tell Mom and Dad not to wait up, this may take a while.

We're gonna send shock-waves around the world.

They'll knock down dictators like dominoes.

Bring 'em to they're knees.

Let's hope they know what to do once they're on 'em.

Our speeches will spread like wildfire.

Burnin' up backwards ideologies soaked in a century's worth of oil.

We're gonna blaze new trails -- they'll all lead home.

And when it's all said and done, we're still gonna need our words.

We're always gonna need our Word.

And we're gonna knead our words.

Knead them into dough.

But not the kind we're used to.

You can't buy politicians with this kind of dough.

This kind rises.

And raises too.

Raises spirits, raises questions, raises men from the dead.

That's right I'm talking about making bread.

Baking bread.

Breaking bread.

We've been using the same ingredients for two millenia now.

It'll come hot out of the oven smellin' fresh,

Like a new idea.

The way only revolution can.

And we'll all sit down around the table and he'll say,

"Take."

"Eat."

"This is my body broken for you."

Amen.