Tied to her chair, within the chamber of her
sins,
Shackled by the chains, to the garbage in her
bins,
Society tied into knots, by shameful thread
of twine,
Listening to marching overhead, by tides of
passing time.
Society is chained to the wall, by its sinful
erring ways,
While its people down below, wail sadly &
keenly bays,
All blaming God who watches, from his very distant
throne,
While prayers of the sinful, to high-heavenward
are blown.
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