Here came the soldiers to get an absolution.
Now it is empty and decayed.
No love. No forgiveness. No bell sounds anymore.
What remained is the unheard word of God.
Visited every Sunday, she is now empty and deserted.
No believer wants to come. Only the heretics find their way.
Unspoken prayers fade away in stale air.
Incoming intercessions remain unheard.
Space for encounter remains godforsaken.
Candle lights blown out like our lives.
Ghosts escape through the holes in the ceiling.
There is no light for anybody in this place.
The last chime of the bell sounded at the demolition.
