The Ballad of an Evangelist

I sprawl the gallows of myth galore
Singing my sacrament through selfish folklore...
My grown up childhood
My defecated Deities.

I fade through my feast of fidelity and fate,
Seeping through the cracks of my past into my father's arms of peace.
The demented demon, clawing at his own hide.
The sodden Fairy of misplaced dreams.

A marriage of bicentennial conquests-
My father wore an executioner’s mask and wrote poems.
My mother bound in diamond chains, sang Thorn bird odes.

"I" the trinket of festive glory
"I" the subsidial ornament that told their story.
"I" the priestess of Forbidden Forests: Fame and Fortune.
"I" the pirate of Past and Present: Persecution Pitfalls.

My father cemented the cathedral walls with hideous heresy
My mother painted pristine ponies of freedom.

My honorable bloodline-The Emir's of Amputation
My Ancestry...
"I" the Evangelist Puppet.