Waste

Sometimes The truth The bonds of trust Are the brush's with the sharpest needles The necessary evil The Cathedral foundations on which the Church was built Stand the suited craftsman hammer The Architectural vision deliver On which each sinner can penance place All hail the fortitude of faith In which the sun stained windows pain Squint kneel Appeal to all that's good Through this Collesum will fuel A brighter day for God Because he has been stripped of his Worthiness By false prophet He gave his son for What have done What has man become