The PriestA Poem by CrifaA pasture of youth, A follower of faith, Found the truth, In Almighty God.
A devoted Christian, A soon to be priest. Prays to the lord, To diminish the beast.
The day had come, For this young guy, To lead the church, Until he should die.
But some of the followers did not agree, They disobeyed his every word and plea. Mocking and ruining the perfect soul, This evil life will take a toll.
The priest was corrupted by hate, All that was good left its perch. This final act came of late, When that priest burned down the church. © 2013 Crifa |
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