The Little Pub : 02. The Preacher

His days were white as his nights black, when he traded the bible for a flogger and his flock for escorts .He spoke of a god. One they never knew. He condemned them and called them the abandoned. He said his god had his back on them. He spoke of his belief with fury, and his eyes flaired everytime he mentioned sin…….. However, looking at him keenly, you could see the lust. You could see him in the wee hours of the night covetingly eying the hooker and would steal a spank. Embrace righteousness, he said. It’s the key to redemption. Did he ever listen to himself. His liquor is his redemptor. So he says in his stupours…
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