Rob Bell Does Not Want To Save Your Soul, He Wants To Sell You His Book.
Listen Mr. Bell: this story's one you ought to know,
You'll reap the consequence of what you sow.
This fleeting world is not the world where we
Are destined to abide eternally:
And for the sake of an unworthy book
You let the devil claim you for his crook.
I've few days left here, I've no heart for war,
I cannot strive and struggle much more,
But hear an old man's words: the heart that's freed
From gnawing passion and ambitious greed
Looks on royalties and the dust as one;
The man who sells his story, as you've done,
For this same worthless dust, will never be
Regarded as a child of purity.
The world has seen so many men like you,
And laid them low: there's nothing you can do
But turn to God; take thought then for the way
You travel, since it leads to Judgment Day.
This verse is an adaptation of a passage found in “Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings”
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