Preacher Man
Oh, preacher man,
You whisk away my breath
With your words.
You whisk away my heart
With your lips.
You whisk away my soul
With your touch.
Living each night
Within secret passion,
We hide ourselves away,
Discreetness a must,
For we are sinners
In their tainted eyes.
Yet our love is Godly true.
But from sometime unknown
In our guilty pleasures,
A new life is created,
A new life is born.
And no longer can we live
In our secret bliss,
Madness rises in the crowds,
They chastise us,
They stone me,
And place this letter upon my breast,
For everyone to see my sin.
The time is coming,
Death awaits me,
Oh preacher man,
Lift your eyes to God, and pray,
Rip away this letter
From my breast,
Burn it to ashes,
Then whisk us away
From these God fearing sinners.
Copyright © Ian Kilfoil | Year Posted 2011
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