Little by little
Every bit subtle
She removes our Lord’s Presence
So soon to be empty
Like a barren tabernacle

I have no say
Though I do not say
Anything until now
Though I warned before
Circumvention has a role to play

Our Lord can never be extinguished
No matter how much more you have
Never how much money you have
What your fear fuels inside
Comes to take you for a ride

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