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De Oude Kerk: Exile
Rusty stones of rich history,Clasping debauchery and misery.The luster of lauds that builtSo sturdy and sacred a monumentTo human ingenuity is gone.The glory of God has left this place.When men for comfort seek the less,Placing their trust in self to impressOne another, human ingenuity is goneFor adventure’s the empty pews andHope is the incensed processions…
DINTS
Divorce, severing hope and mercy from promiseIs a desert of dust-laden rushes of sand:Not loud, yet sapping health and all peace.The quiet hides despair’s gold-veiled blandSolution to the problem of evil: Suffer!(c) NyonglemaInteresting take: A Homily on Marriage
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