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There was a time 
when men built for God 
great houses of stone and glass,
with Gothic towers reaching 
to scratch Heaven's belly....

In the great hall, 
beneath the bold flying buttresses, 
people felt tiny--
yet when they cast their eyes upward, 
they  thought: This is where 
He must be... and sometimes, 
just sometimes, some of them would feel 
a twinge, even a slight shaking, a divine wisp....

Now we build huge malls with myriad shops 
offering endless promises:all lies! 
We hack humanity down 
to the lowest common denominator,
and mock those who seek 
to awaken to their immortality....

Today we can kill in the millions--
tomorrow, billions....
All that creation has brought us to, 
over such a long time,
seems for naught-- 
will God one day grow tired and finally say,
'ENOUGH!'

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