The interior of my silent walls
Where once song gave praise
Congregations of those who sat
In pews which are now heaps
Upon my floors of wood
No longer are voices heard
My death came due
At no suprise to the scattergood
Feint recollections still echo
All to no avail
Long gone are the masters who spoke
Even they could not prevail
The chambers soon fell silent
Giving way to particles of dust
Gathering in the light
Occasionally a bird becomes entangled
In its flight
The fluttering of the wings
Calling out in desperation
Of its momentary plight
Escape comes soon enough
Before silence once again
Fills the deserted halls
Of all that was done in vain
~Moses~
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