Silent Hill: Dismember The Days

Poem 17: Vincent, The Priest With A Disjunction

These frail followers mingle like roaches.

The stampedes of holy wars are misleading.

I have them believing Gods are mere coaches.

"Pass the ball of life, forgive the mistreating."

Inconsiderate peasants doubt my hand.

I give them a reason to fear it.

These dull creatures could not understand.

"Love is a battlefield, shoot Satan's kiss."

I am genuine in my greed.

Death has no amount of coin this high.

Suspecting liberals hold no candle to me.

"Honesty is virtue, never tell a lie."

Sexual pushes and shoves kill my sin.

Hell is a serious, deliberate malfunction.

I am alone in my adulterated everything.

"Vincent, the priest with a disjunction."

END: POEM SEVENTEEN