Welcome to Preach’s Parables: A Daily Reckoning
Hard Truth, Six Feet Deep
This gallery holds more than stories—it holds judgment, reflection, and the kind of truth that don’t flinch.
Click any image to open the parable behind it. Read slow. Let it land.
Some’ll bless. Some’ll bruise. All of ‘em speak.
Step inside. The reckoning’s already underway.
⚰️☠️PREACH’S PARABLES:A DAILY RECKONING☠️⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥“Hard Truth,Six Feet Deep”🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
📅 **Friday, February 21, 2025
**"A touch too sweet, a kiss too cursed,
Lust don’t love—it always takes first."**
It whispers in shadows with promises sweet,
A hunger that pulls you, drags you to defeat.
Soft lips and silk lies, a fire so warm,
But every flame’s edge hides the storm.
What glitters at twilight grows cold by dawn,
A lover’s smile fades when the soul is gone.
For lust makes no vows, it don’t claim a name,
It leaves you with ashes, regret, and shame.
It don’t ask forgiveness; it don’t offer grace,
Just tangled sheets and a hollow space.
The sweeter the fruit, the sharper the thorn,
It takes what it wants—then leaves you torn.
🔥Some debts get paid in silver.Some get paid in blood.🔥
Desire don’t borrow; it always collects,
Leaving ruin and ruin alone, when it wrecks.
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⚰️☠️PREACH’S PARABLES:A DAILY RECKONING☠️⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥“Hard Truth,Six Feet Deep”🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
📅 Thursday, February 20, 2025
"A man’s eyes can hunger for what ain’t his,
Longing for gold, glory, or a lover’s kiss.
But envy’s a fire that don’t warm the soul—
It burns from within, leaving nothing but coal."
Some sins strike fast, some sins strike slow,
But envy creeps quiet where shadows grow.
It watches, it waits, with a serpent’s grin,
A whispering voice dragging souls to sin.
It don’t beg for a crown; it don’t crave the throne,
It just wants to tear down what it can’t call its own.
The green-eyed ghost don’t knock at your door,
It slips through the cracks, wanting more and more.
No riches will sate it, no love makes it whole,
It festers and feeds on a man’s weary soul.
You can pray, you can run, you can bargain and plead,
But envy plants deep—it’s a thorny weed.
And when the final toll comes due to be paid,
It won’t be gold or fame that’s laid.
Just ashes and echoes, where envy held sway,
For a soul turned hollow gets dragged away.
🔥Some debts get paid in silver.Some get paid in blood.🔥
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🔥 #EnvyEatsTheSoul 🔥 #HellbillyLore 🔥 #PsychobillyPreachin 🔥
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⚰️☠️PREACH’S PARABLES:A DAILY RECKONING☠️⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥“Hard Truth,Six Feet Deep”🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
"A man may whisper, lies he may weave,
Soft as a shadow, quick to deceive.
But a word once spoken, a mark that won’t fade,
A cut runs deep, and the debt gets paid."
Some words come with a weight. Some come with a stain.
And some, once spoken, won’t wash away with rain.
No preacher can bless them, no prayer can erase,
For a lie takes root once the seed has been placed.
It twists like a vine, thorned and unkind,
Latching to bone, too tangled to unwind.
It walks where you’ve been, it clings to your name,
A shadow behind you, a whisper of blame.
A hush in the doorway, a stare through the pane,
A name on their lips that don’t die in the flame.
You can swear, you can plead, but the truth won’t shake,
For a tale once twisted is a noose that won’t break.
No mercy, no pardon, no words left to say,
Just fire and brimstone, where souls burn away.
🔥Some debts get paid in silver.Some get paid in blood.🔥
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⚰️☠️PREACH’S PARABLES:A DAILY RECKONING☠️⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥“Hard Truth,Six Feet Deep”🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Tuesday, February 18, 2025
"A man can cheat, he can steal, he can lie his way through life… but a debt unpaid is a demon that waits." ☠️
Some debts come with a price. Some come with a name.
And some, once made, are forever claimed.
No preacher can bless them, no grave can contain,
For a debt made in blood is a debt that remains.
It don’t beg, it don’t barter, it don’t bow and it don’t break,
It just lingers in the dark—for the takin’ or the take.
It walks where you’ve been, it knows where you’ll go,
A shadow behind you, a mark on your soul.
A whisper at midnight, a knock at the door,
A weight on your chest that won’t lift no more.
You can ride, you can run, but you’ll never escape,
For a debt that ain’t paid is a hand that won’t shake.
No mercy, no bargains, no words left to say,
Just a cold empty carcass as a man fades away.
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