The Water's been polluted and the Fire is high.
The Earth has been consumed and the Spirit is nigh.
The Temple Door is open, but no one is there,
with the source of Living Water with no one to share.
They'll say that the building is the only place,
to get a glimpse of perfection from the Ghost of His Face.
But the Truth of the matter is not easy to grasp,
with the Hissing of Lies like a Poisonous Asp.

Insanity and Vanity, every day.
For just a Whisper of Truth is all we can pray.

"Walk into the Desert, get closer to Me,
I'm not in a building if that's what you believe.
Sheltered in division is not what I will.
The First True Word was said atop of a Hill."