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MICAH ROBINSON'S

THE ROTTING CHURCH OF DEATH Part 1 & 2
WRITTEN 1/27/1997
WRITTEN 1/28/1997


Bells Bells Bells hear the church bells
gong the dark gloomy death that looms
over the old church. Lichens and moss
covering the old brick walls. Old rotting
doors of the past laying silently in the
darkest crevices of my mind............

Dark silent gloomy death a world with-
out sunshine temperatures below a soul,
no sound any-where. The war to end
all wars, loved ones lying dead. Only
you are left and even you are denying
thy existence no mother, no father no
family or friends. No point left, No way to
save you, I watch you but my arms can't
reach your falling down and away into
the abyss of darkness......