That was our last vestige
That was the temple of the bloodline
Built so tall with noble wood
strong stable supports
Complex catacombs beneath
Passages all through it
Remains of the living areas covered in mould
Deep rot and layer upon layer of dust
Rebuilding all this will take decades
The tower where your cross sat is busted by storms
I must reset it and have it reinforced
Push these wayward people obsessed with their small games
Into rebuilding you whole
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