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An Open Gate Led To a Chapel
And the cemetery was quite and intensely sullen; a damp breeze blew anticipating a cool rain... an open gate led to a chapel. Two marble angels stood by the Gothic bronze door, their looks were too somber; and walking in I saw candles burning beneath white skulls stacked in piles like bricks. The smell of wax from the dripping candles was of a different scent; the brass cross gleamed casting a shadow on the oval floor made of yellow and green tiles resembling a mosaic. Looking around, I discovered more skulls on wooden shelves, these had imprinted names and looked down on the incognito ones in self-pity and sadness. I wondered why of such a massive grave of skulls without skeletons; a weird sensation penetrated my body getting steady chills. I glanced across the opposite wall and spotted a memorial plaque with the deplorable words " The final rest of decapitated men who rose against their king who washed his hands in their blood. " Horror and disgust pierced my being, I reacted to that appalling sign rushing out of the darkening chapel; and stepping outside of that flickering chamber, the crispiness of the morning air filled my lungs with relief.
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