the priest

by Mawey August. 21, 2011 1691 views

what he promises, does not exist.
what he calls truth, is not real.
what he condemns, is not a shame.

yet all of us follow where he directs us. the men gather around him when decisions have to be made, trying to find meaning in between his mumbles, shouts, fragments of wisdom.

he dances on fire. he sings with glass in his throat. he once looked at me, wordless, with no smile and no blink, until i had to turn my blushing head away. we will obey him in the end.

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Hanna Westesson 9 years, 8 months ago

Great combination of words and image!

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Antonio Gil 9 years, 8 months ago

Well done. Who is the author of the text?

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