Preacher Man

Momma, I’ve got something to ask you, have things been alright? Dad’s been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight. Shouldn’t he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on. I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong. Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more? Momma, you don’t have to tell me, we all got our secrets. Even then I had a feeling I wouldn’t know the truth for several years to come. Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more? Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes don’t fear change. If you’d have told me, then, the cause for departure, you’d see a different man before you today. With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say: “Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief. A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me. Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine. Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why can’t I see my kids no more? I know this preacher man, he ain’t no friend of mine. Now he’s gone and changed the life of my children. Dead preacher I hope to find.” Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Line by line. Single file. Holy valentine. Blistered smile. Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul. Selfish addiction, no control. Indivisible, divided, you rot. Suicidal ideation, fear not… One by one. Foam at the mouth. All for fun. Tongues hanging south. Euphoric religious ecstasy. Deadly laboratory doused in empathy. Indivisible, divided, you rot. Suicidal ideation, fear not… So, what do you need? Please, take it from me. Whatever you need, I’ll feed your disease. Chemical imbalance. Searching for a fix. Salivating and begging. Looks like you’ve found your niche. Hands and knees are covered… in your family’s spit. Let the thought that they can live without you drive your crusade. So, what do you need? Please, take it from me. Whatever you need, I’ll feed your disease. From the first tear you shed… to the curtain call for the dishonored dead. May sin guide you to your final deeds. What is your disease? Your greed feeds your need. What do you believe? Join the deceased.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Sunrise I greet you, the beauty of your light so warm and tender was never the night In tears I see you, the last time it will be so give me your blessing, I'll meet my destiny No rest for the Sinner Hypnos refused me my sleep This was the last night of my life with wine I pondered on my deeds I drank to the devil with servants It's good with a friend where you go No one would share my last chalice So I drink to the ones that I know Ring brother, ring for me Ring the bells of hope and faith Ring for my damnation I am at the gallows end With sad emotions, I sing this epitaph my swansong, my headstone, the farewell of my heart The hills of Tyburn, up where the gallows stand only the vultures will come to see me hang Behold the sight of Golgatha The gallows enlightened by the moon Proud of his art are the carpenter His creation a tool for my doom I am the outcast, no winner I am the fallen, the one that lived all his life as a sinner The Tempter has called me his son Ring brother, ring for me Ring the bells of hope and faith Ring for my damnation I am at the gallows end Soon it is time the dark has now fled and I see the place for my death the priest he will pray for my lost soul I'm sure he's wasting his time A sinner, a fool or a devil or just a victim of life It's no fun to burn in hell's fire but I sure have enjoyed my life Ring brother, ring for me Ring the bells of hope and faith Ring for my damnation I am at the gallows end

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 13, 2025