Sometimes
The congregation takes the other side
An inquisition of familiar lies
A grave distraction from a quiet rite

Sometimes
The congregation can't make up it's mind
Incarceration creeps up from behind
The implication is it's own device
In the middle of a salient fight

Sometimes
The congregation can't be satisfied
Can't be bothered with the ways and whys
Generations like their ways and times

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