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who knocks

Who Knocks "Who knocks so quietly on the cloister's port a poor girl from a land afar." We sang that song at school and always made me emotional, I could picture this poor waif seeking shelter  Now we know what happens to  the poor and pregnant women seeking shelter at at a convent run by brainwashed nuns  The woman from Donegal told us when She came here at 17   and was pregnant How was she to know this nunnery of sexually frustrated who had taken a vow who, in hatred, had turned this a sin worse  than death When the time comes for our girl from Donegal, to give birth, she was ill, and they gave her a sedative  Then, as a child was born, she heard a scream of one drawing of air for the first time They told her the baby had died; had she  dreamt, no, but there was nothing she could Christianity is a good religion, but why is it When it becomes an institution, evil enters through the front door, while saintliness is out of the back door like a shroud 

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