Mass Of Obsurdity

In the pews sat profound purity

Mass was being said for the multitude

Sinners lined up singularly for suppination

The Priests' robes were glistening goldly & gawdy

As he made his way from tongue to tongue tonight

The organ was playing mightily, muted and muffled

As the crowd stared, brightly begging like buffoons

The choir began singing loudly lifting the lifeless

Making them sit on the edge of their seats erratically

Joining in with voices in confab, conferring & congenially

Later, out in the night air, they left slipping & sliding

Down blackened streets swelling with the sterility of

The Holy, Blessed, Bountiful and Beautiful...

Blacmist~