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Melancholoy Sonnets Like children demanding a sticky treat
The hypocrite craves satisfaction
Only obligation will move his feet
He seeks out a somber celebration
Waxing ignorant of finer doctrine
Maintains his luke-warm soul’s bitter story
An indifference to truth is long worn in
Low liturgy robs a splend’rous glory
Preoccupied with matters less divine
His selfish view like an anchor takes hold
Lazy mission tasks this burden of mine
For short-sighted goals have long since grown old
When joy of praise is found sorely wanting
It is the Gospel that we are mocking
