What if We Compromised?
The weakest of frame, the most irrelevant of people
Once isolating himself in full darkness without escape
He walks his way down to the last of the steeples
On his knees at the door as the moon's light drapes
A wanderer among many who have done the very same
All other churches have found their way to dust
All other men have found their trust to be ashamed
What ever became of truth? The life? Even us?
We were once so proud, full of life and knowledge
Now out of neglect, suspicions of heresy: our exile
The past once so diverse like yesterday's foliage
False ways were only then to be later what beguiled
If he could have done things differently, he would then
A spotless truth was our grounding, but we gave in
We could have lived for our convictions, not the end
We stand breathless, as we left this, to depraving
The weakest of frame, the most irrelevant of people
Once isolating himself in full darkness without escape
He walks his way down to the last of the steeples
On his knees at the door as the moon's light drapes
A wanderer among many who have done the very same
All other churches have found their way to dust
All other men have found their trust to be ashamed
What ever became of truth? The life? Even us?
We were once so proud, full of life and knowledge
Now out of neglect, suspicions of heresy: our exile
The past once so diverse like yesterday's foliage
False ways were only then to be later what beguiled
If he could have done things differently, he would then
A spotless truth was our grounding, but we gave in
We could have lived for our convictions, not the end
We stand breathless, as we left this, to depraving
pondering and poetry... you certainly are thoughtful 
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