Pete's poems from the night.

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Comes the train
A whistling phantom,
As a porch swing
Sways reflection.

He prayed with the flock
Giving the gospel,
A submissive to pleasure
With a child's betrayal.

Evil possessed
Was paid in kind,
Taking the virgin
To soil it's mind.

A child's perspective
Forever preserved,
Released and numb
As time is served.

Now voices come
Filling his head,
As a party of souls
Who won't play dead.

A desert on fire
His soul is pained,
His hand, guided
By ghosts he stained.

Goes the train
Whispering farewell,
As a dying breeze
Cools an empty shell.