Oh Preacher

Preach to me oh preacher
Preach the hymns of your belief,
Preach to me the stories
That a timid mind may weave,
Preach to me of angels
In some distant lofty palace, 
Preach to me of demons
And their burning realms of malice.
Do you long for other worlds
Because you failed on earth?
Pass vain judgment and condemn
To leech some twisted mirth? 
Do you cling to god’s stone feet
Because you fear your life?
Why do you sell your nature
And your powers to contrive?
Preach to me oh preacher
The devotion of your guise,
But tell me blinded teacher,
What of life do you despise?
For when you preach of heaven
All you preach is your own death,
So preach, archaic creature,
Preach to me your final breath.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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