Church Spire
The Church Spire
I admire
The Church Spire
An object of desire
reaching higher and higher
Worshippers called by a bellowing crier
Uninvited is the denier
With circumstances so dire
It stands tall and will not retire,
Our king, as I pray, yes sire!
Will inspire
His rhetoric on fire
Banishing sin to the funeral pyre
Leaving desolate my inner liar
Standing for truth, will never tire
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