The ordeal of the Prayer Man

A holy place, a place within
transposes thoughts to a halo
so sacred, so wanted, so blurred
saying a prayer to t he greatest heart
but beware, as he does not listen to you
the Prayer Man is the one to help you
tell him what you want & what you dont
you wish, your dream, fears & foes
the one who has mastered this art
will pass on your prayer to the Creator's heart

so then, starts the process of passing messages
one accepted one resigned
the mysterious glow from the holy spot
blinds all, the believers & the believe-me-nots
the Prayer Man, finally, pleased with his work
thanks the Almighty for the blessings pot
and decides to pray one day for himself
when the light disappeared
the sound deafened
the body cold
and the breath lost

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