The Voice of an old Disciple. Speaks.

 (A lone voice whispers)

I can only pray 

You'll kneel 

In moments of profound silence 

As this world suffers in 

Painful acts of such wilful violence 

I can only pray 

To the Silver Towers of Heaven

That the sinners below 

Feel his presence 

And remember 

In time 

Only the righteous are sometimes driven and tempted to sin 

Because all the lost immoral ones 

Have already walked 

Or will soon walk 

Through Hade's great black gates 

And be welcomed in 

Herded into pristine 

Rapscallion Confessional Booths

Corrals or prisons for their souls 

To then wander lost and dreaming 

Through many dark lucid forests 

Looking for silver diamonds 

Filled with some versions of their God's truths 

To purify them

When found and consumed 

As they are reminded 

The Devil was created to seduce 

To collect many of his new recruits 

As he whistles 

His green pipes that toots

So always cleanse yourself daily 

With a prayer 

To the God of your choice 

In your deepest wells 

As you rejoice 

For the Devil is everywhere 

Casting such seductive spells 

Chanting charms and tolling bells 

As his minions 

Smiling 

Prepare so many 

New cells 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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