The Church Poem by Ce Cani

This place functions on it own
The people outside
Looks at it with different eyes
Logic happens to them
Philosophy also happens to them
This place is boxed up with a certain thinking
The world is not correct on how things appear before this place

History has eyes so bright for you to see
Time has evolved for so long that centuries and circles are filled with painted writings
History knows the deepness of a river and how dark ships navigated through the souls of men
History knows the beginning and the end of all the papers bound into one

This place is happily divided
And you can hear different voices echoing confusion into the rooms of men
There's a constant panic of a certain tradition here
And many versions are born

This place is careful about the handwriting of love
And it's timidly written on the four corners of the wall.