The Preacher

He feels alone because the world is such a dire place. He has found out the injustices of life through loss and rejection. He has seen things happen most are blind to. He has felt things, so many difficult things. But his mind is a closed book we are unable to decipher.

He is a fighter in costume. He is disguised in ink and studs while trying to save the world from the sin of ignorance. This you can tell, this you can read like a book, by stealing a look into his mischievous green eyes. He won’t stop plucking the strings, won’t stop fighting, until his soul has tired out.

Poem by Rachie Technicolor

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