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Naught But Silence
Naught but silence issues from saintly spectres,
Stained in hallowed glass,
Despite doctrine, booming from priestly lecterns,
Of the great Judgement at the last;
No hymn for the Chaste,
Nor curse for the Hedon’ calls you away,
So how cite thee faith,
When keeping the seething basilisk at bay;
They spoke to you of a bloated wraith,
that they had named their God,
But when our love encounters faith,
Faith is left scattered and awed;
So fear not to disrobe on hallowed ground,
No Wrath nor Thunder shall be found.
Stained in hallowed glass,
Despite doctrine, booming from priestly lecterns,
Of the great Judgement at the last;
No hymn for the Chaste,
Nor curse for the Hedon’ calls you away,
So how cite thee faith,
When keeping the seething basilisk at bay;
They spoke to you of a bloated wraith,
that they had named their God,
But when our love encounters faith,
Faith is left scattered and awed;
So fear not to disrobe on hallowed ground,
No Wrath nor Thunder shall be found.
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