Mr. Preacher

Mr. Preacher, sell me a story

That prompts me to confess all of my sins

Murmur meaningless niceties

And assure me that God always wins

Mr. Preacher, sell me a prayer

That will purify my blackened soul

For my mind and heart are still arguing

And I’m losing all sense of control

Mr. Preacher, sell me a hymn

That temporarily puts my mind at rest

I know I’m asking for a lot

But please, just do your best

Mr. Preacher, sell me another soul

My own is beyond hope of repair

I managed to escape with my life

But my innocence couldn’t be spared