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Church
This magic theater echos spider and dust
Man's desire for fiction
Harsh lights pantomime a freedom
Calm the crowd soften this radience
This wise weaving spell
The immortal words the worlds the wounds
Slide the collection plate my way
Find me pay instead in deed
Our time here is spent as art
Boundaries shut silent as peacocks
We sit with our ghosts and tells
This magic theater moans with its bad back
The nave is crooked the alter impure
For an imperfect play
Calm the crowds sing the sing
And sing the sing
Unzipper their destinies
Destroy their protests
Uppercut words
Silentcat neon unlit
She's a tigress
So bleary bleary
Our time here is spent as art
Silent as peacocks, we are
