As castles in the sky
Notes of music floating upwards
That meet the naked eye
Pious words are spoken from
The podium that lies within
Crowds of athiests attentively listen
To accusations of sin
There's no more room in heaven or hell
Entire masses of people
Have journeyed to the very gates
That lay beyond the steeple
Now they wander in the mountains
And float along in streams
In twilights end from dawn to dusk
Invading unborn dreams
They walk the streets in guarded cities
On roads in rural places
Tattered ghostly flagellants
Who have no legible faces
~Moses~
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