This is currently a work in progress...trying to evaluate the themes and then working on the meter and vocabulary for punch. His face was set like stone A grimace and a growl I'll pray this prayer to atone For the priests liturgical foul A careful examiner of the Mass He only goes to the perfect church Vising others with a magnifying glass Instead of praying, he sits on a perch He thought love was in the rubric When it was really written on the heart Wormwood played him a good trick How pitiable the man in the dark Take note you unhappy churchman because the imperfectly consecrated hand Can still fan the flame That is meant to light the land
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