Preacher

Vaughn Walker

Preacher.

 

Your group is making rounds.

 

Burning books.

 

And raising psychotic juveniles.

 

 

Pointing fingers.

 

But concealing your horns.

 

Come one, come all!

 

Salvation is at the next door!

 

 

Clamoring to burn in Hell.

 

For the witchcraft they read.

 

Of flying wizards and vampires.

 

Oh heresy indeed!

 

 

The Devil is in your clergy.

 

He’s most charismatic and kind.

 

The egotistical think themselves cherished.

 

But they are all just dreadfully blind.

  • Author: Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2022 01:13
  • Category: Religion
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  • Saxon Crow

    Amen to that!

  • orchidee

    Happy Birthday Vaughn there, I see!
    Good write. It is only some American preachers that go 'over the top'? I'm in the UK.

    • Vaughn Walker

      Thank you orchidee. It was just one small group In Tennessee that I was referencing.



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