The Undertaker's Revenge

When he shook
my hand
I could feel
he was
off.

When he spoke
and cried,
I could tell
he was
deranged.

This was no ordinary man.

He had
a sickness.

I just couldn't
figure out
what it was.

Days later,
a friend told me.

He's an undertaker.

He came to this
motivational class
to sell people
their plots.

It made sense.

I mean,
we were
planning our
future.

He fit right in.

He found the right people.

The sacred ones.

He stayed away from me.

I was too
full of life.

But I'll never forget
the way
he sized
me up.

I could hear his thoughts.

One day,
your day
will come
and when it does,
I'll be there,
putting your suit on
your stretched out
cold body
and I'll make damn sure
you
look off,
the same way
you look at
me.

May you rest in peace.

God is Love

She was watching
from the pews.

Every holy Sunday,
he would deliver
an inspiring sermon.

Every holy Sunday,
she would get
more and more
aroused.

This was just
an innocent crush.

More and more
she could not
resist
the temptation.

After his sermon,
she would greet him
and thank him.

After a few more,
she had to
confess
her sins.

He would listen,
most patiently, but
respectfully.

For he,
was a man
of the cloth.

But as she continued
to confess,
he found himself
growing
in his robe.

He could only ignore
his natural
thoughts
for so long.

Before making love
behind the altar.

He left
his robe
behind,
to have a life
and a marriage
with a woman
willing enough
to risk it all
in front
of the eyes
of God.

Is this wrong?

If so,
then so is
God.

I, on the other hand,
believe
there is no
wrong,
when love
is alive.

Even behind the altar.

For love is God.

No one can resist.

This
proves
it.