The steeple sits silently as the choir sings.
Distantly a bridge collapses.
Seven casualties, Seven brides to be.
The bells toll seven times.
The priest prays for their souls.
The music for their would be spouses.
Non-existent.
Distantly, an empire falls.
Disastrously.
From the ashes rises the phoenix.
From the fire, seeds grow.
A passionate ascension.
Heaven awaits with golden wings.
Fruits from the tree of life,
Destined to whither far from the tree.
Far from the bell.
Deaf to the ringing.
Ignorant of liberty.
I once saw a spider on the wall.
It's web elegantly spun.
The flies caught on her trap
Helpless.
I once felt ashamed.
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