The Hypocricy of the Church

Held to a tune

Set to the twofold twisted ‘gainst the key…

She cries in mockery

Of a bastard left alone to drift

While the choir preaches the tubes

Of an organ left to rust and ash…

 

As the radio plays

so goes the church…

 

And still, she speaks to me…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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