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Sundays Pray
Author: Rick Ryckman

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Now in some distant time!
I hear quiet laughter from echoes gone by.
On bright sunny days ----
I watched them riding the merry-go-round with their smiles and flowing hair.
Where the maidens that ran through my youth.
The cathedral is so high.
I knelt, and peered at the swashbuckler upon his steed, in the stain glass window.
While the black robes whispered their prays'.
In the great hall's where children were silent, and gathered for the feast.
After a long day ---- my name is called!
For the cat-of-9-tails ---- will be hoisted time and again!
Leaving me with scars for a life'time.
Anger still abounds after all this time in the lord's name.
My soul is bleak.

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