These are the times for most sudden,
And sure; hopes will not do; all will,
Be lost for confusion and hate
Are at the door, they swing on the clock,
And all will not see, if only a thought
Would enter in, in this great manor
We would be safe,the windows would be
As great gates, and doubt would not come,
For we are secure, in Truth we are one.
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