The ambience I had etched out in the park
The universes garden was destroyed
The peddling of evil in the form of leaflets
How the irony, soldiers of destruction (Jehovah’s Witnesses)
I disregarded their leaflets, telling every one of them
I am happily disfellowshipped
Each looks away; masks slipped, apologies
For my plight
I skip away, oblivious to theirs
Mark Lyth 
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