The Gargoyle
The twisted face upon the wall
looks down in judgement on us all.
It sees our triumphs and our wins.
It sees our failings and our sins.
Its stony grimace there decries
our disappointments and our lies.
'Gainst evil spirits does it guard
and when the rain comes down so hard
it spouts out water thus to cleanse
and baptized, we begin again.
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