Where doctrines of ages collude in a spiritual union,
I stand in silent prayer on the mount of a paradoxical communion.
Where battles razed structures, doused spirits; only to rise once again,
I stand with my palm on the wall of angst that reverberates of disdain.
Where mandates they may sign, lines they may draw and votes they may beseech,
I stand under a dome of peace, seeking only what has been promised to each.
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