The reverends friend asked me over for supper. The bitter man couldn't tell my minds from upper. I can feel the resin he picks from his teeth, his glass of coffee stained from his grease. His tattered hands..from midnights lifting earth. Laying bodies down, in graves beneath the turf. Laying concrete down for many to walk or lurk, but many won't be able to see, and for years they won't be able to search.
The reverends friend, he laid down a curse. For every man, who would willingly put their life first. Single men, fatherly friends, teenagers and ones one hundred and ten. Drunks, monks, and Christians too. Not a single man left unturned. Until his reverend friend came by to tell him he's seen him through.
This mans never hurt an innocent man, but what has the reverend seen him do? Will he go to prison for life, or will he break his rules and move?
The man took the gun, and pushed it to his skull, the reverend man did not blink, and told him to do what he had to do. The man pushed the reverend back, and put the gun in his own mouth, whispered a prayer, and pulled the trigger to undo.
To his surprise, the gun went click, and his prayers were answered by god. For the man was sick, and he must pay for the sins he's caused. Earth was hell enough, and he did not deserve to be up with god.
So here he sits, at my dinner table abroad. Begging for my likeliness, and my skin to love his nod. Although flesh is ignorant, my mind plays no disregard, to the man who sits in front of me, bleeding evil from his veins, and with his intentions ugly and charred.
I laid no trust in him, so I locked the man behind bars.
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PoetryJust some poetry/writing that I cannot put into my original book. 18+, graphic but still somewhat relatable. Read on...
