Theodore Zendarski

I am a terrible shame
For which you're all to blame
I come with lots of extras
That no one really needs
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See that shiny package, on the upper row
Its base cardboard shelf mate, is not the way to go
There must be embossed letters, of metallic sheen
And it must be shrink wrapped, so it's always clean
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Bride of Christ we will defend
We are here for Him to send
For the souls that need to mend
This unholy deception, it must end
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Say the word, if you'll be free
Accept their blame, to be like Me
With opened eyes, you shall see
Lay bare your soul, on bended knee
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Arisen from dust, life into me thrust
a copy to behold, from the best mold
at first alone, now with one from my own
destiny unknown, a garden our home
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Gimme some sugar to soothe your soul
Attend to my advice and attain your goal
Rename your problem and do it with tact
Surely believe in me, I will have your back
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With the same love as when I thought of you
throughout your journey I will be there too
My presence if not in body then in spirit best
beloved you are, as precious as all the rest
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A portent of events that had yet to unfold
All followers invited is what we are told
His mother's request He puts not on hold
The ceremonial water its change we behold
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Spread on a table that man had not made
Rained down from heaven now in the glade
Heavenly flakes much whiter than frost
Gather it quickly for in the heat it be lost
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Through swaying trees we gaze upon
An evening crescent betwixt the sheaths
New beginnings, of soon to be leafs
Remembering our friend who has gone on
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I know of a land where truth once it did trod

A land where one often heard mention of God
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Thusly
A thought
The first letter
A sentence ensues
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My beloved did grant, her permission received
That I may enter within, in a most blessed way
Destined to counter the ways, of those in decay
To unloose the bonds, of those sorely deceived
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Faithfulness, it sprang to light
Blessed Mother shining bright
Twas an angel softly speaking
As a man He was softly being
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An Ark was made by human hands
Constructed precisely to His plans
A seat with golden angels on the ends
Hovering above He directs their wends
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Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
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All my friends are round
And their hair is gray
I can hardly walk
On class reunion day
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The Buffalo church, it is implodin'
Rhetoric flarin', parishes unloadin'
We're good enough to give, but have no say in votin'
You don't believe in division, but what's that decree your totin'
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If it's your will, am I to be seen
And if that's so, will anyone look
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
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Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see
During years of absence, you from me
Your story's at end, your chosen plot
Time draws near, but you may know not
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