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Oh. I forgot. Here's in honor of the dead Pope. (It's not quite finished so judge accordingly.)
This Is the Story of a Severed Hand
For centuries I’ve sat in this gilded case. I’ve been worshipped, stolen and cursed. I’ve seen changes in church and state. But no one has ever questioned my origin. They all believe with a blind faith. Perhaps now the tourists are questioning but I’m nothing to them anyway. It’s the faithful I appease.
I was once a simple farmer who got caught in an unfortunate accident. I will not go into the detail, for it is a gory and gruesome tale, but the event left my without my hand. Somehow it was picked up by a clergyman and traveled with him far and wide. His goal was set on money and fame. He lost the hand in a gamble and it traveled home with the winner where it was buried in an attic for years. When it was uncovered it was declared a miracle and I was immediately handed over to the church without a second thought.
So now I sit in this gilded case. I get the faithful flocking still, along with the curious. And here I sit, waiting for the next reformation, the next conversion, the next forbidden topic to become redundant. I’ve seen it all. I’m still waiting to see anything new.
This Is the Story of a Severed Hand
For centuries I’ve sat in this gilded case. I’ve been worshipped, stolen and cursed. I’ve seen changes in church and state. But no one has ever questioned my origin. They all believe with a blind faith. Perhaps now the tourists are questioning but I’m nothing to them anyway. It’s the faithful I appease.
I was once a simple farmer who got caught in an unfortunate accident. I will not go into the detail, for it is a gory and gruesome tale, but the event left my without my hand. Somehow it was picked up by a clergyman and traveled with him far and wide. His goal was set on money and fame. He lost the hand in a gamble and it traveled home with the winner where it was buried in an attic for years. When it was uncovered it was declared a miracle and I was immediately handed over to the church without a second thought.
So now I sit in this gilded case. I get the faithful flocking still, along with the curious. And here I sit, waiting for the next reformation, the next conversion, the next forbidden topic to become redundant. I’ve seen it all. I’m still waiting to see anything new.