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The dark, dark preacher…
With raven black hair…
Eyes full of mystery…
Projects an icy stare…
At those laid out before him…
The gathered congregation…
A church of all religions…
Stood in hushed anticipation…
Awaiting him to deliver…
Words from his soul…
The poetry from the deep…
Within a world he controls…
Creating all the characters…
And guiding their destiny…
Before taking their life…
As they beg and they plea…
For mercy from this madman…
The man who never lived…
A reformed fucking junkie…
Who the Gods may not forgive…
Yet still he stands there…
With tales of death and gloom…
Captivating his audience…
Inspiring them with doom…
As sonnets of depressive misery…
And stories of destruction…
Enter the gatherings mind…
Sucking them into a storm…
That rages upon high…
Above the Netherworld masters…
Making their eyes cry…
And leaving them breathless…
Transformed and transfixed…
Being touched by his spirit…
Elevating their souls…
Leaving them utterly bewitched…
By the madman preacher…
And his dark. dark sermons…
The man who slayed the dragon…
But still battles his demons…
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“In the end I’m not interested in that which I fully understand…
The words I have written over the years are just a veneer…
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words…
Truths that rise up without warning like the humps of a sea monster and then disappear…
What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface…
To create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us…
This shimmering space where imagination and reality intersect…
This is where all love and tears and joy exist…
This is the place…
This is where we live”…
Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth…