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?”
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