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Anchorites And Hermits
Within the shaded dust accumulated annals
Layers of times past
And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history
Not always hide their secrets and mystery
As the echos of the past still resound
That haunts the minds of those who search
And it is found evidence in faded tattered documents
And writings that unfold before their eyes
Often very cruel and gruesome harsh punishment
Was dealt out time and after time
And death by execution for trivial
Smallest crimes
This is an example of man's inhumane
Unconsevible cruelty and dark side
Of wicked men who cause so much unholy misery
Horrendous suffering and pain
It is known that the church
Did some horrible things
But just imagine if you were imprisoned
As a child to spend your life behind a bricked-up wall
Be one of the most evil acts and practices
That man has ever conceived
And still hard to believe
Every country has a dark past
As had old medieval England
France and Germany
The church would choose a child or the child would volunteer
A boy or usually a girl both very Young
To dwell and live imprisoned behind a bricked-up wall
With not much light and cold
And through a small hole that had been made and done
It's purpose was to read the gospel to visitors
Or whoever should pass by at the time
The practice of becoming an Anchorite
Was considered a privilege
And praiseworthy and not a crime
I wonder how many
If any
Saw the sun again feeling its warmth
Upon their face
And breathed in fresh air
Free and happy
To love and live again
And rejoin the human race
Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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