7. Paul's Epistle to the New Confederacy (Pt.7) Requiem Lacrimosa Republicus
- Hardly a Saint, Paul
- Mar 25, 2020
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The broken body
Has fallen
The mother of our hope
Holds the inanimate flesh
And weeps
The mother of our hope
Core of sympathy
Asks her heaven why?
The mother of our hope
Begs to understand how
The lamentations of kind, humble people
Spark and feed bigot infernos?
The mother of our hope
Sees lechery, cowardice and greed
In the white temple and
Drops tears onto the cold chest
Of the dead thing in her arms
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