Diiinng....doong!
Went the sound of the bell
After the tedious bible class
Lavished with indecipherable blunders.
Only the annoying preacher
And the podium seemed to understand.
The clamouring of weary choristers and
The slamming of the alter's door by
Frustrated elders of ranks that differ
Wondered freely in the atmosphere as
They all dragged their reluctant feet
To begin the procession.
The drums outshone its collegues
Like the piano that struggled like a
Sick man on his death bed, to be heard.
The trumpet's earsplitting sound terrorised
The inadequate voices of the choristers
That threatened to give up the ghost.
Yet, she took the warm hands of sleep
And let her accompany her into her realm.
So quiet, calmer than the evening breeze
And as peaceful as heaven.
Where worries are forbidden,
A place of beautiful fantasies!
When the boom of guns
Punched several dark holes into the
Fragile ceiling of the mighty temple
And into the unstable hearts and heads
Of choristers and elders and all present...
Still, she slept, they thought she was dead!
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