This is a day for many words,
some spirited out in held holy houses,
as if there were unholy worlds
where words instead were spitted out.
A chiselled stone is a stone with worth;
a felled tree enters economy;
paint it all, paint it all;
let light come in from above,
and here is a holy house for Thee
where cats enter and many a mouse.
It is not an accusation, mind you.
Lets call it reality. A holy hideout
where to pardon exterior ignominy.
In faith, I good morrow you,
praying not but telling, yes,
give me your better self,
give me your blessing,
even if only for today.
Written in Times New Roman, written in Times New Roman...
