The Sacrosanct
Cardinal sins of the divine
Cannot force the benign
Even with teardrops dry
Echoes of vain remorse
Celestine words chiseled with despair
Calamity of the soul unveiled
Plagues the sanctity of the sacrosanct
The shrine inspires no hope
The water pure no more
The pulpit shakes and cracks
The pews laden with dust
The chorus forgotten
The pipes frozen
The children defiled
The church reviled
Calamity of the soul unveiled
Celestine words chiseled with despair
Echoes of vain remorse
Even with teardrops dry
Cannot force the benign
Cardinal sins of the divine
Respite
Though we all carry a hope for respite
I wishful plight
Remembered night
Anon the sight
We look yonder
Away whence we came
To houses new and glades green
Forgotten childish play, childish toys
The magic dies
With a sigh
Our skin crinkles
Our eyes narrow
Our souls crumble
The magic dies
Then child we see once more
And in the sparkle of their eyes
We either cringe
Or know whence we came
And laugh the glee of respite anon no more
Or die once more
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