dogma in deafening decibels, screaming struggles for our souls, secular semantics, filling hollow, empty holes, forgotten faith and freedom, a destiny designed, a world where will and wonder are quickly undermined gods of glitter and gaiety adorn administrative walls and devils dressed in papal robes hold hell in hallowed halls reverence raped and ravaged privileged power now presides in the courts of human worship while a world at war takes sides and somewhere far above it all in anguish all His own in blind and brooding silence, the Master waits alone
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