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Fornication Under Consent of the King put the upper-case letters together
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
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