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The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Owen
So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its ******* and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.

One ****** still immaculate
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.
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