preacher, preacher

way back when, under an afternoon sun,

I mocked the man preaching upon,

a soap box in the city square

telling us life is exactly fair

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he told if you sin you’ll go to hell,

a place of damnation, welcoming all

eternal suffering for those who fall,

where your fear becomes the prison wall

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oh how we laughed at his stupidity,

so clueless to the actual reality,

we walked on by with our arrogant pride,

and faces so smug, sneering, snide

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we were the sinners he was trying to save,

but none of us had care beyond that day,

his love was marred his by strong exigency

which we had ignorantly branded his ‘lunacy’

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seven years later I think of that man,

desperate for us to understand,

dedicating his life to saving ours,

because he knew of the devil’s intensive powers

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I can easily list the crimes against me,

greed, wrath, arrogance, envy,

gluttony, sloth and lust too,

guilty of all seven, it’s painfully true

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trauma will plunge you into such a life

where you grasp at these with all your might,

desperate to try to feel something good,

not able to moralise whether you should

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hunger paves the way to gluttony and greed

all you can eat buffets sate more than mere need.

the anger of injustice will birth in you wrath,

and take you away from your intended path.

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arrogance is born in those who suffered

constant criticism and neglect from others.

lust births from those never softly held,

craving tender affection but masking it so well.

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sloth is the sickness of survival mode living,

anyone so shut down should be quickly forgiven,

too long spent in such intense fear,

kills motivation with each passing year.

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envy is bred from abuse and neglect

eyes look to others and want to collect,

seeing the world with a tainted view

watching all of these people who didn’t help you,

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and that’s exactly why I’m here,

in perpetual suffering created from fear,

born of low caste with refusal to adhere,

to these sacred laws I once ridiculed over beers

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vampire bats and elephants in chains,

asbestos, mould, constant pains

under a sun that’s scalding hot,

where shirtless men toil in a life forgot

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where fruits grow from poisoned soils,

then sold abroad, whilst children toil.

hunger stains their blackened eyes

and their rape is considered an everyday prize

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poisoned oceans, poisoned rivers,

dead eyes of babies give icy shivers

how can they hold so much hate

even before their third birth- date

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deep down in this evil layer,

salvation is the only prayer

praying to a god you once believed to be a lie,

now is your only remaining hope to survive .

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attachment is still your weakest link

you can’t hide from the devil what you think

aversion is another way they can get in

those demons who lure you back into sin

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they’ll befriend you easily

your weaknesses obvious for them to see

they play as Angels then suddenly stop

and laugh as you fall because you forgot

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you somehow forgot where you are,

you believed their disguise,

and ebony black lies

as they balmed your wounds and scars,

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they capitalised on what you crave most,

attaching like a parasite to it’s host

by pretending to be loving and giving

and openly sharing all that you were missing

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but demons don’t give anything free,

and the price you pay is very costly,

for buying the illusion sold to you

instead of the reality of hell’s view

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they work to derail you from your heart

skilfully dividing you both apart

because that is what keeps you here in hell

where no one hears you cry or yell

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the ego never wants to accept

it’s got so much to now regret

it clings to illusion to maintain its power

as the soul slowly dies by the hour

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the path to heaven is said to be narrow

only the purest hearts can follow

and who is pure here on earth?

we’ve all been poisoned with fear since birth

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it’s easy to respond in anger over love

it’s hard to break patterns and reach high above

will you break free from those sinful binds,

will you choose to protect your heart at all times?

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or will you return to justifying

the sin which you keep on buying

your ego playing victim and taking your power

blaming your lack of love onto another

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don’t blame the demons for doing their job

all they are doing is waking you up

to your own sinful actions

showing you a mirror with highlighted captions

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If you squeeze an orange, what do you get?

Does apple juice come out of it with regret?!

Orange comes out because that’s what’s inside

When it’s being pressed, it cannot hide

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a demon only triggers what’s already within

your reaction, is all your own sin

if only pure love was inside of you

no demon could evoke an angry view

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so when you open your eyes and realise you’re in hell

don’t bother to shout or play victim as well

healing your heart is the only way out

- exactly what that preacher was shouting about

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