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The Temple

Inside our temple sits a temple

Serene and quiet, solid, stoic

Yet on occasion spirits stir

Propelled to acts grandly heroic

We can feel it pulse and ache

We strain, massage and wish it gone

All we want is peace and silence

Soon the turmoil has moved on

But do not doubt that anima

That sits inside this structure sound

Will once again be charged to aid

Should courage ever need be found

It matters not if strength lays dormant

For temple dwellers know their part

True warriors will bide their time

Kept close at hand its valiant heart…

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