[Music: Bloodline; Lyrics W.Blake; Read by Peter G Helmkamp]
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I saw a chapel all of gold
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That none did dare to enter in,
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And many weeping stood without,
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Weeping, mourning, worshipping.
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I saw a serpent rise between
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The white pillars of the door,
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And He forc'd and forc'd and forc'd,
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Down the golden hinges tore.
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And along the pavement sweet,
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Set with pearls and rubies bright,
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All his slimy length he drew
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Till upon the altar white
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Vomiting his poison out
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On the bread and on the wine.
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So I turn'd into a sty
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And laid me down among the swine
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I Saw A Chapel
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