It comes in three parts, like all things. Why God chose three as his number is anyone's guess. A Mystery of the Universe. A Trinity, What a Joke, Claiming Oneness, Might as well be Four and One, But Three it is, And Three is had to be, For Samuel David Lewis, He wanted, He had, He will, Not be, Samuel David Lewis It was painstaking. The preparation. The presentation. Of Samuel David Lewis. But he didn't falter. or Question, Or Begrudge, Because he was, Samuel David Lewis. He Knew there would be bad entities seen, He Knew they would tell him Lies, He Knew that Eternity Lay on the Edge, But he was Samuel David Lewis, Or Was He? Three and One Days he Fasted, Only to Eat an Egg on the Fifth, So Perfect, So Oval, So Encapsulated, Hard and Boiled Well-Through, It smelled like Hell, Sulfur and Birth and Death and the simple Protection, Of a Shell, He Swallowed it, Down, Samuel David Lewis, And felt it round his esophagus, gulp, There is goes. To be Digested, To cause Congestion, To be Shit Out, in the End, For Him to be smart, For Him to Fart, For His Friend to Whiff it, For His Girl to Sniff it, For Life meant to be, But not to be seen, For an Egg to be Born, But not Forlorn, It is Processed, Into Wind.