Sunken Cathedral - Trois
Black churning death coming from the sea
No distinction twixt them you or me
Drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
Not figuring so quick and sharp their ends
Unheard by those above
Muffled heard a tolling bell
A greeting in depths far below
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews many fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled ghostly a new congregation
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
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