A SNAPSHOT my thoughts at my first glimpse at 'high church'
Religion (LYRICS)
I saw religion had tied freedom from his shaven head to his toes. Then I heard freedom and he spoke saying his life was about to go. Then I heard someone shout "JOY be upon you" but I think it slipped off. In that place I heard no laughter only a cough. Why the bells, the smells and and what's that thing? No drums sounded out people seemed to be - mourning.
by Davyd Homan
