fear

This is still in progress….

I’m in shock; it’s hard to feel
What just happened; can this be real?
Evil untold has reared its face
And come unexpected to this place.

I know the world was fallen in sin
But this is your church, how did it get in?
Especially transgression of this level
This wrongdoing smells of the devil.

A bitter odor to be sure
One that bestrides raw manure.
Oh, my God, in this I cannot see
How your plan could good ever be.

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