So the church Christ was hit and buried
       Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints lie serried,
       Well out of hearing of our trouble.

One Virgin still immaculate
       Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
       But a piece of hell will batter her.
- Wilfred Owen, 1917.

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