It stands above the roofline
As a sentinel of peace
Where anxious is the fiefdom
Of a lord none can appease
False hope is pieced together
Its promise never to fulfill
Yet there among the trouble
The apex calls to hearts – be still
It’s peak points toward the heavens
To the cosmos natural sire
Calling forth great adoration
Its only task is to inspire
This monument of glory
To the masses calls “Come near”
For the maker of the heavens
Will allay your greatest fear 
So call the sacred artists
And bring the finest gifts
Through artistry and majesty
A fretful world you may uplift

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