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    Killers, Lovers, and Saints
    Killers, Lovers, and Saints
    Killers, Lovers, and Saints
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    Killers, Lovers, and Saints

    By Enzo Monteiro

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    Killers, Lovers, and Saints is a born-again Christian's journey to salvation told through poetic short stories about death, love, and God. Inside are fables, visions, and impressionistic tales that attempt to complete the mosaic of the author's aimless and somber years spent in sin and away from God until God revealed himself.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateMay 23, 2024
    ISBN9798385216116
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      Killers, Lovers, and Saints - Enzo Monteiro

      Killers, Lovers, and Saints

      Enzo Monteiro

      Killers, Lovers, and Saints

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      Enzo Monteiro. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers,

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      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Part I: Killers

      As You Wait for the Flood

      The Man with a Cross on His Hand

      Letter to the Feathered Girl

      Bloodstains and Smoke (Piano Song)

      Moonlight for the Stables

      Aboard the Phantom Train

      Feline, Made of Shadows

      Don’t Cheat the Hangman

      Why Follow the Wake?

      Never Murder an Angel

      Part II: Lovers

      For Death Is My Lover

      Pictures of Ashes in the Barn

      The Truth about the Snake

      Postcard from the Seven Hills

      Let the Strings Fly (Macramé)

      The Bride, the Dancer, and the Fox

      I Picked a Lily

      The Book in the Park

      How to Paint a Delicate One

      A Prayer for the One

      Part III: Saints

      I’ll Turn the World’s Pain into Ink

      Creation

      Birth of the Almighty

      The Word, in the Lord’s Bird

      Escaping the Devil’s Tavern

      Conquering Hell on White, Wild Horses

      Salvation under Northern Lights

      Don’t Let Me Die on this Mountain

      Gather Them All for Salvation

      I’m Getting Married

      Part I

      Killers

      As You Wait for the Flood

      There’s a melody to suffering

      That only the smallest birds know

      While the featherless burn, clamoring

      That what kills you is what you sow

      They gather in the emptiest of choirs

      Sing of sin and fire in hollow tongues

      While their wrinkled fingers paint the desires

      That slowly perish in forgotten songs

      The voices are anchored by pieces of the moon

      They dip and fall so far below its hue

      That it makes those with carved skins swoon

      And chant that you can learn to love them too

      Rest assured that the sun does get weary

      Of shining upon the weak and dreary

      Those whose only offering is their rage

      Confessing to the snake in their cage

      My patience has grown as thin as the hairs

      On those scalps that you collect in your prayers

      Make sure that there is no poison in your blood

      You’ll need to run or wait for the flood

      Gather your clothes and your wives

      Wonder if you’ll be the one who survives

      Don’t wave at the black-laden widows

      As they kneel in their golden meadows

      Amidst the screams and that one whisper

      All you’ll keep is your bottle of liquor

      It’s all written in this yellow-paged book

      The one at which you’re too afraid to look

      For you know the truth, it’s all over your mirror

      Behind your eyes that you’ve beaten red

      From all these incantations that you’ve read

      Tell me, in which one did you find a savior?

      When the nations break and turn into clans

      Staining lives with the work of their hands

      It will take you more than a kiss from your blades

      To escape, as the memory of your name fades

      It isn’t a war if no one is left

      After the pillaging, blaspheming and theft

      I have many names, you can call me Death

      Or confess that I am God with one last breath.

      The Man with a Cross on His Hand

      There is a man, somewhere

      With a cross etched on his hand

      And he only wears black

      He seems as tall as the trees

      His voice, low as their roots

      His eyes, rarely to be seen

      Behind all the smoke

      He is only to be found at night

      In certain places

      Where the potions are poured

      Those that make you forget

      Be mindful of how you address him

      He doesn’t like being interrupted

      As he’s trying to feel

      If poison has any effect on him

      Go to him, and tell him clearly

      Where your pain is

      And that

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