The Chapel never closes.
The neon lights are just there to scare away believers.
Inside, they got an Ark of the Covenant replica,
Built from shards of the true cross,
A jukebox whose 78s play the hymns of the Host,
Including the fallen third,
A headless Buddha that weeps nirvana,
A statue of Kali Ma with seven arms and a million skulls,
A rosary whose every bead contains a galaxy,
A signed copy of the Quran,
A bottle of the lightning that broke the Tree,
The seed of the third tree, that even God was afraid to plant,
The third tablet of the law, that Moses shattered after reading its dark truths,
And all the prayers never uttered, inscribed on a single grain of rice.
Built from shards of the true cross,
A jukebox whose 78s play the hymns of the Host,
Including the fallen third,
A headless Buddha that weeps nirvana,
A statue of Kali Ma with seven arms and a million skulls,
A rosary whose every bead contains a galaxy,
A signed copy of the Quran,
A bottle of the lightning that broke the Tree,
The seed of the third tree, that even God was afraid to plant,
The third tablet of the law, that Moses shattered after reading its dark truths,
And all the prayers never uttered, inscribed on a single grain of rice.
Admission is free, tonight only.
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