The Preacher

The dark man walks beside me. 

I can tell that from his voice. 

He used to be a preacher.

He says it's not a sin to die,

That God knows why. 


He makes me not feel frightened.

He tells me of a peace.

Tranquil like in heaven,

Release from screams and shouts. 


I like it when the preacher comes.

He makes a choice seem right. 

He makes me see the darkness as a tunnel of endless light. 


We whisper, no one else can hear,

Secret mad old friends. 

A preacher and a teacher.

God help us see a path.

Take me where it's quiet.

So it all stops.

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