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    and so

    and so, walking through the doors
    new air filling inside the walls
    the pews will become unbolted
    the walls of mankind's temples
    will crumble under their tools
    and the ceilings will cave
    letting the sun shine on the debris
    as it once did
    before the earth was stripped
    and the people will wonder at this madness
    and feel their guard rails uproot
    they will cry out in their shame
    vulnerable and exposed
    and so, sending the collection plate into the fire
    from which it came without emotion
    as it breathes not
    as it lives not
    and reaps no reward
    and from the mouths of those addicted
    like a drug to a user
    will beg mercy for their families
    as they have made themselves useless
    as they have poisoned their veins with greed
    and so, opening the eyes for a new beginning
    that which has been forgotten
    that which grows seed into sapling
    man's old pride will have no home here
    as a new pride will exist in multitudes
    in numbers great and small
    showing the new way to future generations

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    UnworthyFather commented on and so

    07-05-2009

    A very deep poem with tentacles dripping with Theosophy and Theology. I really enjoyed the abstrusity of this poem. Great write. Thanks for sharing.10 from me.

    dragonfly1023 commented on and so

    07-02-2009

    mankind will cause its own demise through greed and its parasitic ways unless we smarten up. this is a visual and well written prophecy of the "end of times" and perhaps a "wiser" society to come. great thoughts.

    lookout commented on and so

    07-02-2009

    i like this poem. the reference to mans pride interests me. I like the line" as they have poisoned their veins with greed" that painted a vivid pic for me.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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