A blur- I write my story to preach it once
I choke- I sputter, i erase and start once more
To preach to the word, to only preach to a dunce
Souls close, into the shadows, down into the floor...
Down through the floor, to the pits of hell i preach! for ages ive written, for milleniums ive waited
To convey MY story, My lesson i wish to teach
Though to only be shunned, the beast, my story waits sudated
And so i wait, in the vally of isolation- quietly
A soul sewed shut- the quiet screams the truth
The preacher shunned by the wrath of God and society- so be it!
I shall write until my last breath for only i- i intend to sooth no one!
Intensions to enrich the mind, to better the world
Though, if the old preacher is forgotten, is there a lesson to be told?