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The Downfall of a Homeless Church
Decay gnaws at a country church. It's homeless; it's lost its congregation. Molting stones crumble, eroding away. Mice nibble at the altar. Winds twine through cracks. Rain and dew drip through. Roof slates slip down. Each year it's more decrepit. As nature slowly moves in. Edges made to endure, fracture, collapsing into rubble. Plinths and buttresses forsake their faith. Agnostic shadows creep in. As nature resumes, its inscrutable ways. Bells corrode into silence. Tongues stilled in the throat of dome. Hymns survive only as echoes in whistling drafts through splintered rafters. The pews sag like tired suspenders, long unbent in prayer. Rain scrawls psalms on walls, scripted in mildew and moss. Stained glass panels drop down into the rubbish and weeds. Crossbeams become bird-nest perches, for swallows and doves, now the choir. This homeless house of God laments in the nettles, thorns and briers. Seeking nature’s absolution for its forsaken ruin. A scar upon the land. A desolate homeless being. A blot on the earth.
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