On the Sad Demise of a Pastor

Poison in his brain,
a volcanic cauldron
boiling beneath
the pastoral toil.

One cannot force bitterness down.
It erupts eventually, violently
to the pity and slight surprise
of those around

who shake heads in dark dismay
They cluck their tongues and sadly say,
"He saved others, but himself,
he cannot save."

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