Bells of Silence
Deep in the heart of Turmoil Town
Right behind the bustling
strip mall
Rising above the miserably
mundane
The Cathedral of Yesterday
stands tall
A sanctuary from the daily
insanity
This tower of stained glass
and stone
Where you can find true inner
peace
Not a high that is chemically
grown
The silence in this empty
shell is deafening
Attendance sure ain’t what it
was before
In fact the grand structure is
forever closed
Maintenance forgot to lock
these ancient doors
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