
This is a poem I had to write for a promt in one of my high school religion classes. It is an apocalyptic spin of the lost state of the world if their were no more Catholic priests in existance.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 107 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3049355
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A/N: I wrote this my freshmen year of high school and I hope you like it! Reviews would be lovely :)
Our lives are cold and gone
And there are no more priests.
A father dies,
A babe is born
And there are no more priests.
The call is sounded.
War lines form.
The drums are beating
Because there are no more priests.
The battle ensues
Much blood is shed
A little boy weeps
Because there are no more priests.
Church doors are locked
People lie in despair
And there are no more priests.
The whole world is shrouded by darkness
When there are no more priests.
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