Pastor Jack

A.W. Nutter Pounding the pulpit with his fist Sweat dripping from his brow Preaching about Gods top ten list The sinful Jews with their golden cow Same old messages still in place Pastor Jack’s patterns haven’t changed Fear written on the altar boy’s face A secret meeting has been arranged Prayers end, the congregation stands The pastor and boy move outside Warmly shaking everyone’s hand Wolf in sheep clothing able to hide I casually walk across the street Viewing the church pews now empty The pedophile has made a quick retreat Concealed in Satan’s, den of iniquity Quietly, I traverse the wooden stairs Listening at the door to the crying child Pastor doing damage only God can repair How many children has this demon defiled Stepping through his unlocked door A look of surprise from Pastor Jack Dropping the naked child to the floor Realizing his first sin, had come back Quickly helping the boy get dressed Time to end his night frights and screams To Pastor Jack’s head my gun is pressed The child pulls the trigger ending his dreams His face aglow with the purity of light From sending his tormentor to hell Walking out of the church into the night Brothers with a secret that we'll never tell