Four Swords

I haunt the corridors of my church
Head bowed
All doors locked by fear

If only I had the key
But which key?

I raise my head
And again the clock runs backwards
Again I bow my head

I stop before a room
Crowded with old dusty instruments 
The joy long gone

I step back and I raise my head
Trying to make out my reflection through their age

And I gazed in anguish
As I counted four swords adorning my back

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