Tell The Pulpit

Walk, walk closer 
A bit closer HE said 
Stare steady 
What do you see HE asked me 
And I stared steady like HE asked me 
As my tongue lost strength to speak 
My eyes squinting 
Too fearful to behold the night in what it witnessed 
I told HIM I saw something 
I saw a pulpit 
Smeared in red 
With corpses around it 
The breathing types 
I told HIM I saw spare parts in skin 
And an ocean of wealth 
I saw a veil stitching itself back together 
I told HIM I broken bones 
I told HIM I saw a book 
But this book was different 
The words were read reversely 
Regardless of them being written correctly 
I told HIM I saw a man 
Clothed in thorns and tears 
With skin shredded to pieces 
As they were left hanging on HIS soon to be gone bones 
HE stood watching 
While the pulpit danced in glee 
As if it were ignorant of HIS presence 
And HE said 
"You saw well".