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THE SILENCE OF A SANCTIFIED SONG I was seeking and sank into a sanctuary It wasn’t lonely although I was all alone From there I went to a mortuary And wished I was but rotting bone No flesh to sweat nor tears to shed Just my corpse in a coffin of brass I still can’t say why I yearned to be dead Perhaps I was weary of walking on broken glass Within that mortuary everything was quiet and still No shouts from the pious which religion quells Suddenly I realized I was tired of always walking uphill And wished to forever silence that old church’s bells Right next to the mortuary stood that church of oak With a congregation of fools and mortals be In rapt attention the foolish listened as the pastor spoke And in the very last row sat only irreverent me I would not open a hymnal for my voice to sing And to this day I still remain ever and always contrary I smash rules and commandments to which the religious cling Thus I left that church for the silence of the sanctuary in that mortuary © 2011.…Poefree