Sonnet

The dark is closing in, and out I come,
like witness of the times of long lost past.
I know that I in good hoping at last
shall persuate the wrong they do in Rome.

A world in need is yelling out for food,
as sloth, and all the other deatly sins,
are dwelling upon the higher powers, winds
of cloudy thougts and peace are age in mood.

Sir, tell me why the Scripture on the wall,
whom written for the prudent and the small,
is not to be recalled of carnal mind?

I write these words, and understand my self,
as one of the unread books on the shelf
of Vatican's and Protestants resigned!

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Christian Ólason