Chronicles of The Velveteen Preacher

About this book

I'm a poet & I know it - and this book oughta show it. *Let me tell you why.Never ever has a minister written books so sinister - *as I.Through my books - some cheer me. They hear me. Some don't - they jeer me.It seems it's nearing an end - being said, read, and done.I gave western-horror Hell - and it was too hot for some.Alas, this book is none of those things. It's a bit peculiar - rather sad and strange.Deep in a world - filled with sorrow and pain.Infinite cruelty - and ceaseless rain, Sits a sad little ragdoll - all alone.Peering out the window - from his cold dark home, A city siren sounds - heralding a menacing tone.Redoubt with sadness - yet hope has not flownA light might shine down - from dark skies aboveGoing on a journey - will he live or die?If it's just a chance - it's one he must take, Not that the odds are good - for goodness sakeGoing on a journey - he may not survive.