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Staring at the stained-glass window Beautifully tinted pieces of a puzzle Cut and placed with such care An Alchemy of delicate delight Great monument to a passionate time So magnificent in statue Frail to a single silent touch Portraits centuries old
Suddenly without warning Like a suicide Shatters and rains down A work of genius Mere fragments of mind Lie upon a woodened floor To be trampled upon As weary parishioners pass by To their seats of demise
Clouds ablaze, Holy books bleed Followers tear flesh from the bone Offered up as Holy sacraments A priest spits out an Aramaic tongue Long-forgotten Enochian Rite The molten-winged one appears A self-sacrifice upon the priest Screaming, writhing in pain Consumed by locusts upon God's altar The great shunned Angel has arrived Even Death flees from his might |
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