The Ghaspel Facemelt
By: Kosative D.
Oh glorious sunshine did bite through thick glass on the
picturesque Cathedral walls.
The brightness enveloped each nun in her garment and whispers
tickled holiness in their shawls.
Melted chariots awaited-
All of those who were baited.
For praise,
PRAISE
your spirit is strong.
NOTHING is spoiled, Nothing is wrong!
Melt, melt, melt away,
seek light for comfort and desperately pray.
The world will rejoice from your praise.
Stay true and melt in those rays.
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