Such A Saintly Day

Such a saintly day,

faintly screaming

that happens to be

all gray and the

we must go to pray.

We begin to stray

away from what

we know and and the slay

that we try to

convey from the con.

The clay comes from

the dawn of time,

we tend to be such

a spawn that keeps

us from drowning and

we try to yawn.

Such a saintly day,

faintly screaming

that happens to be

all gray and the

we must go to pray.

Saintly

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