Ghost Of A Preacher

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By No Child Is Innocent Once Born

when the church is closed, the people gone, the ghost of a preacher lingers on, it has no feeling as it moves it has an empty head as it floats through walls watches spiders crawl it wishes it wasnt dead. it sits on tombstones if it could it would cry silently wondering how it happened how could he have died as the sun comes up his duty is paid and as the bells ring he starts to fade..

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