The Country Church

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In the country, the tower does rise,
Once so magnificent, now in its demise.
Faith has deserted, stripped of all good,
Amid the trees, remains to be stood.

In the country, stone built to last,
So lonely sat, dark shadow it cast.
The crumbling plaster, left now to decay,
Left to fate, when religion went away.

In the country, time testament it stands,
Refuses to leave, beauty of the lands.
Damage by vandals, sick faiths did abuse,
When night comes, the vagrants do choose.

In the country, only silence you hear,
Sounds of neglect, now religions not here.
An empty vessel, once stood so proud,
Left to decay, should not be allowed.


 
 
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