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THEN In the future there will be No churches, no graveyards As with the first people Men will commune with Their own sacred space And absence will require No reminder of presence Peacocks will be rare And lies less abundant For pretense surely withers In the poor soil of truth And evil will suffer A steady demise When small men and great Come to know it unwise Nor will it be likely That many will take Beyond which is due them For no other sake Than finally within each The sanctified soul Had long since abandoned The part for the whole |