The Dead Preacher

Come one, come all.
Watch as I manifest inside your soul.
Manifest inside and swallow it whole.

Let my feet scorch the ground.
Let darkness fill the air.
Let the people praise my name.
Let them all praise despair.

Give me your belongings.
Give them up and give them quick.
Hand over your free will.
Pass it all on a dish.

The children ache for salvation,
From the destruction that’s all around.
Come dip them in my water
And watch them all drown.

Don’t turn your back on me.
Don’t dare give me that much trust.
Everyone deserves to be back-stabbed.
Everyone deserves it at least once.

So come one, come all.
Come watch the dead preacher tell his lies.
Because all people beg for acceptance,
All people beg
Before all people die.

cori graham