The Pristine Chapel Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

a decorous, but too infused structure, and beyond
the presumed premise, has always been a vision,
a salient ambition for some. Most churches are insensible
as hollow frames, but due to the laggard zeal of flat knee'd
habitue' with naught but stodgy pews... to kneel.

The rite-o'-passage to vitality is a daunting curse, for most,
but if the edifice is to be injected, paramount. No one
wants to enter those trying zones beyond... comfort zones.

There are no churches but in the minds of they/the FEW -
they who know to carry their head that/the primal shrine...
purged... relented, and... a cogent enemy to...
incautious... mordancy.

Thank You