Muggy murky dawn clogged with gloom the abbey
Where his grampy sleeps,
Through
the drizzles fizzle
As native orchids blossoms, embosoms his lost vault.
And the pew
lost its crowd
With the paws of time.
Lone man sleep
In deep latin chants
they petrify you
Before sheol purifies you
And litany literature lecture limbs you
When in overprotected embankments of battlements
They dry their garbs
Where your lore forayed growth
And sweat smeared
smelt breathed wealth.
Chagrin dreams washed ashore
lay as upon a cold mornings recollection
on a tabloids sold column
that drew your freckles bolder
in a savour of remembrance
For your zealous zealots
Who on an another 'all souls day' reoccur
revisiting the truth of their establishment
in prayers
The good Lord adorn you
Let Lekker dreams cradle you
Your consorts concert never consume you
And earth never haunt you
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