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When the stones fall

We're standing at the edge
The wind pushes us back
The starlight drives us on

Are we lost?

It all became so different
From one voice to a network of cries
From a line in the sand to cathedrals
When will we live in peace?

When will this madness end?

Nightfall arose
Mindwalkers tread upon our sacred ground
They still think this love is only ours

But it is not, it never was

The stories will tell of the time of the end
If we can not come to understand
That stones are not something to be adored
But a tool for the greater good

You're horrified
Why?
Tell me
Do you not see?
The rise of beauty

When the stones fall

From shepherd flutes to drumrolls
From stare to vacant gaze
From organs on to orchestras
Let holiness amaze
From teachers on to preachers
Shepherds don't set you free
They tell you how to be

But never how to seek

All grandness has its place
Go forth and shine, amaze
But know that this should not be
The end of your life's story
Beginning is true beauty

A circle is disgrace

They don't want you to suffer
They want you to stop fighting
Want you to glow, to shine, to burn
To fade

To fade into the light of billions of suns

You're horrified
By the thought that true success
Is for you to not be needed
But why?
Is it the power?
Is it the adoration?
Should any of this mean anything to you?

There are so many humble servants
So many teachers of the light
So precious few who see the beauty of the rainbow

How to see it!
To evaluate it!
To love like god loves us

By knowing it down to its core
And not by being told
That it's beyond what you can understand

We're standing at the edge
The wind pushes us back
The starlight drives us on

Are we lost?

No, never!
As long as one person believes the rainbow lives
And builds a bridge into the land

Where mindwalkers must fall, don't be afraid
If you truly are a servant of the lord
Then you are meant to fade

And when you do then god will smile

The stars echo a song
On a night born
Dream of a child fulfilled

When the stones fall
Written by AltairEndian
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Author's Note
I think as long as we need buildings and altars to worship god we will never truly create his kingdom on earth. His kingdom is not made of cathedrals. It is made of lifes lived in peace.
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