There was a vigil night
In the church
A frightening call
Came to one congregant-
A red alert to avert
The Patrick Sawyer syndrome of death.
One, two, three and most members
Of the church left
For a cleansing bath
Of salt and warm water
And the desolate church
Faithless in its faith
Stood open and deserted
By those who proclaim
Heaven here on earth.
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