Fleet Old Church

Hit by a storm

Rendered dysfunctional and unsafe

Left alone to face

Ravages of time and seasons.

The Devote worshipper, undeterred


Tempted by your simplified existence

And believed in you.

There you stood

A testament to faith.

A thorn to the fickle masses

Who refuted your existence

And do not truly comprehend.

Yet, the path to you was brambled and wild,

Separating those who had faith,

From those who renounced.


I will never sit there with you.


I arrived

But was



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