Dr Abe V Rotor
Crowned windows with garland,
and sealed by time,
while faith ruled over the land
once in its prime.
Stand tall, oh tower, and taller still,
the faithful gazes forevermore,
for heaven by wealth cannot fill
the vacuum of the poor.
Don't sleep, and never doze;
have presence,
for faith behind walls may lose
its essence.
Silence in these walls is deafening,
You can hear your breathing;
But if peace reigns in the Being,
You won't really hear a thing.
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