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
