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*Image of When The Roll is Called Up Yonder by Gtube


The Wake of my Village


She's coming downhill fast, the homes are in her path
her cycle in the past that forwards reckless wrath,
the homes are in her path, she's coming downhill fast
that forwards reckless wrath, her cycle in the past.

Upward points the steeple seen high from up the hill,
movements by the people show motive tact and skill,
seen high from up the hill upward points the steeple,
show motive tact and skill movements by the people.

Midst foremost part of town the church bells chime away,
The first few homes burnt down there's no time to delay,
the church bells chime away, midst foremost part of town,
there's no time to delay, the first few homes burnt down.

As we met at the church, most wondered what's up next,
an outlook on top perch, through chapel nave complex,
most wondered what's up next as we met at the church,
through chapel nave complex, an outlook on top perch.

Prayed vigils are maintained, recovered lost now found,
exhaustive souls are drained as flow is gaining ground,
recovered lost now found, prayed vigils are maintained
as flow is gaining ground, exhaustive souls are drained.

It's time to clear the pews, evacuate the hall,
the final broadcast news, as hands held midst the pall,
evacuate the hall, it's time to clear the pews,
as hands held midst the pall, the final broadcast news.

As eyes testify souls, stained glass imagery stills,
the last suite yonder rolls, song rise as town soon falls,
stained glass imagery stills as eyes testify souls,
song rise as town soon falls the last suite yonder rolls.


2022 July 29

*Rhyme Reversal
RZ aabb, ccdd, eeff, ... & HMS 12 syllables in breaks of 6 per 28 lines

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