A preacher on Wednesday night
A fornicator on Friday night
A candle in the darkness
And yet a wolf amidst the flock
Who am i
Yet not guilt do I feel
Wading through the motions
Effortlessly, like falling rain from above
Emotionless, like a brain dead elder.
Who am i.
Am i simply the unfaithful husband
Am i the hypocritical preacher
Am i the lad with a disociative personality disorder
Am i the devil
Who am i.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
A preacher on Wednesday night
A fornicator on Friday night
A candle in the darkness
And yet a wolf amidst the flock
Who am i
Yet not guilt do I feel
Wading through the motions
Effortlessly, like falling rain from above
Emotionless, like a brain dead elder.
Who am i.
Am i simply the unfaithful husband
Am i the hypocritical preacher
Am i the lad with a disociative personality disorder
Am i the devil
Who am i.
The poem is inspired by a preacher who wins souls during the day but is devoured by the beast at night.
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