In the midst of the crowd

I am the ghost unseen

Misunderstood.  Feared.

Exorcism of your evangelical team.


Torches light your way

The only light you’ve ever seen

This fool’s light, red with fever,

Has burned away your Holy Dreams


Burned down your town, too

Yet still you do not comprehend

As your ashy remains are swept up

And tossed back into the wind.