The Lost Chapel
Upon the hill
sits the lost chapel,
Lone and abandoned
It’s the home to ghosts,
I have heard stories
of ghouls and lost souls.
A wilderness dawns
the foot of the hill,
flowing with bitter streams
and thickets
painted on the canvas
of its environment,
wild berries and
comatose vultures
prey on
wandering individuals,
every step venturing
to the chapel
is a dwindling flame of life.
Its where demons
and angels play black jack
and raise bets onto
when the world will end.
come see stones
turn to bread,
and serpents to true friends.
The lost chapel gives purpose
to individuals of strong faith
and destroys sadist on pulpits,
Seek the lost chapel
And you shall be
delivered to your desires
©Mwangi Njoroge.
sits the lost chapel,
Lone and abandoned
It’s the home to ghosts,
I have heard stories
of ghouls and lost souls.
A wilderness dawns
the foot of the hill,
flowing with bitter streams
and thickets
painted on the canvas
of its environment,
wild berries and
comatose vultures
prey on
wandering individuals,
every step venturing
to the chapel
is a dwindling flame of life.
Its where demons
and angels play black jack
and raise bets onto
when the world will end.
come see stones
turn to bread,
and serpents to true friends.
The lost chapel gives purpose
to individuals of strong faith
and destroys sadist on pulpits,
Seek the lost chapel
And you shall be
delivered to your desires
©Mwangi Njoroge.
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