The temple swayed from side to side. We waited at the door. Reading
Bibles, snorting coke and looking rather bored. The priestess passed the
Holy water and we drank it… Asked for more. At Lisa’s Christening.
And through the dark clouds round the steeple, sun and stars appeared.
We reached for our protective helmets — it was raining chandeliers.
And farmer caught a melting shell and pressed it to his ear. At Lisa’s
Christening.
Priestess held the silver mirror, winked and combed her hair.
She whistled twice and snapped her fingers — we knelt and said a prayer.
Raised the baton. Shouted «Louder» — threw Lisa in the air. But she
Survived…
