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Sparkling light in the Kingdom of Halls

Holding everybody in attendance in a trance like thrall,

Whispers echo around in chambers filled with shadows

The cold wisps of winter chill us to the marrow,

As we feel the spectre of war heading out way again

From a for that has travelled from a long way away,

Saddened by the prospect of another point war

The storms coming closer and death is in store,

And I look around at the good people hear

And sense some will become empty vessel of lifeless suffering,

And this imagery and thought leaves me shuddering,

In the mighty sparkling lit place within the Kingdom of Halls.