by JamesMcDuffie
12/29/2005
I went to my neighbors house to pray,
He was holding a big bible study that day.
We went in the den to open the bible,
His furniture was nothing I could rival.
Our leader was devout through and through,
He always said that sinners should get their due.
Pious and feverent he looked almost perfect,
No sin could we see there was no except.
During the reading of Matthew 13,
I knew I needed to go to the latreen.
From upon the john I heard a scream,
Speaking of torment did it seem.
The noise came from a door in that room,
From which a crack leaked air speaking of gloom.
Down I went a dark soiled staircase,
What horrors awaited for me to face.
At the bottom I saw three boys,
Chained and dressed as if toys.
They begged me to help them from their pain,
But I wanted to go back from where I had came.
Surely this was not the work of my friend,
The man who had never sinned.
Though not perfect myself I thought this was wrong,
This it seemed to me who’s sin had been lifelong.
I went to unshackle those so tormented,
But was stopped by a hammer in my head planted.
As I die bleeding on the floor I knew,
God gave this man knowledge of which I had no clue.
Surely such a man as he was in the right, I gave into the darkness without even a fight.