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Apr 2018
This was to be
our place of worship,
Bowing in devotion,
Gaining absolution.

This was to be
our religion
for two,

But
the ground
runs red,
from the sacrifice
made,

It has
now become,
a cult for one.
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
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