Scaring But It Was Duty

A pastor with fervor and preparedness Entered a hall to preach the word of God That he might convert souls in the area And earn graces for work from divine duty What did he see seated on every chairs? Souls upon souls waiting for him to enter Those that died were back to hear him well And demonstrate their concern of disgust Souls scarred by deception and treachery Souls tortured by earthly corruption Souls that were tattooed in wars for wealth Souls of murderers, adulterers, rapists One soul rose up and told him in the face; “You have been attacking us in your preaching We are here today ready for the attack Now do your things; we are here with you.” Souls that wore only skeletons fenced him Others with only skin membranes blocked exit And one without head interrogated to pastor, “Your words are axes. Do we need them?”