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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The glass temple stands at a frightening height Beautiful crystal panes there was a breathtaking sight Across the sacred meadows and through the glooming trees There purched the Temple, above any of what a single eye sees Crowned on the hill, guarding the dusk sky We journey through the meadows filled with Ergot Rye The light is slowly setting Obscured by great clouds, as if it were shy The forest travels fast as the dark creeps slow The shadows of trees were no longer cast While the fractal beauty lights of the temple were the way to show As we climbed the seven hundred stairs And travered the fiercely humble bears We stand facing a herculean yellow door A deep bellow voice shocks us to the core "Who stands upon this golden door? Scared, trembling at the sound of my roar! Who dares to enter my holy temple? Cast upon the, to the hellish shore!" "It is but us, seeking the refuge of your alluring glass Temple We do not wish harm upon the rugged truss Or to argue with the voices Enough to drive thy mental" "I laugh at your self pity Your incompetent scores For you come from the city And the city does not belong through these doors!" "But you see Mr.Man, we are the Village folk Capable of handeling many, even of what the Temple spoke Now allow us entry to the sacred Temple We have powerful minds and surely we aren't broke" "This is not a matter of coin Nor the strengthiest brain I see you are no leader of a shroin Rather of the sugar cane! You have lied to me peasent And for that I grant you a present The gift of common sense To tell if the moon is a crescent Now rid yourself off thy land I banish thy band There is no room for liars So go forth as you may ran!"
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