The Sins Of A Madman

The sins of a Madman

he staggers into d church and sits on d pew
glad 2 hve made it
among d chosen few

he finds refuge
from his raging Thoughts
his features relax
into a calm of sorts

D preacha walks in
clad in saintly dignity
regally carrying his
sanctimonius identity

D madman spots him
and breaks into laughter
gales & gales of it
shaking d rafters

D saint trembles
in righteous anger
his face a mask of fury
as he drives out d stranger

D lunatic stumbles out of paradise;his look a sad one
who will forgive d sins of a madman!

Denex man. . .  that's the beauty of the creative arts; you see different depending on where you're looking from!

@Rhapsody,

this is brilliant. . .  the last two lines of 1^st verse/ first two of the next conflict some to me, but the writer is best in the know. . .
it'd blow an audience away if well read - i marvel at the conciseness. . .  champagne stuff!