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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THIS FORGOTTEN CHAPEL The walls ornate brass findings are long gone, and are no more Years of dust and debris lie upon the now, no longer used pews Pieces of broken stained glass from the windows lie on the floor In this small chapel, God is no longer the wanted religious news Years of dust and debris lie upon the now, no longer used pews Old leather bound bibles, lie sprawled across the floor in misuse In this small chapel, God is no longer the wanted religious news Cited local lack of interest as in order to claim their poor excuse Old leather bound bibles, lie sprawled across the floor in misuse Their lightweight Scritta pages, waver from the windows breeze Cited local lack of interest as in order to claim their poor excuse A religion to whom these folk laboured in, as some dirty disease Their lightweight Scritta pages, waver from the windows breeze As relate a long forgotten message wrote within its open pages A religion to whom these folk laboured in as some dirty disease This small abandoned chapel who's lack of trust in God enrages As relate a long forgotten message wrote within its open pages Relictus, where the Lord’s words lie within here, as all forgotten This small abandoned chapel who's lack of trust in God enrages No shoes to clink the chapel tiles as no more the aisles trodden Relictus, where the Lord’s words lie within here, as all forgotten Pieces of broken stained glass from the windows lie on the floor No shoes to clink the chapel tiles as no more the aisles trodden The walls ornate brass findings are long gone, and are no more Indiana Shaw . . . : (
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