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Untitled -- 10.23.2008
A proverb spoken,
A promise broken
A congregation
Blind and choking.
A truth down-watered
Strong towers tottered,
A flock to wolves
Was left and slaughtered.
You can't be sleeping under steeples
With disciples few and feeble.
Your folded hands before the flood
Will soon be smeared with guilt and blood
For neglecting sons and corrupting daughters
While you let them drown in flooding waters.
When your ark hits land
And the tides retreat
Who would you indict
For those who lie beneath?
- Lo Ru
