Advent

Quiet murmurs of forgotten sin
The disgraced are shrouded by stained glass light
A mournful organ of an unsung hymn
As we frantically try scrub our sooty garments white

A community United by hope
That whatevers out there may grant us meaning
Nothing but a mechanism to cope
On each other we stay leaning

Holy water drips down my Palm
Flickering candles dance in the air
Like a silent alarm
That judgement is near

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