So, the tabernacle curtain ripped
Over the pallor of your eyes;
The wall of reliance has a crack,
Every level has it's fault,
Cement will give it strength.
The foundation's well-worth building on.
Leave the tools on the site,
Tomorrow make it right.
An abandoned house,
Whomever lived there,
Collapses,
Entropy ensues.
So, is this what the owner wanted?
Brush on a new coat,
Hang floor length drapes,
Sweep away the refuse.
Bestow a second chance
On the sinner,
Not the sin;
On the wrong,
Not the doer.
Climb the steps again,
And knock,
Someone's in.
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