- Temples made of glass are buried in the ground
- Churches made of clay where cornerstones are found
- Porcelain scriptures are holding up the arch
- Splintering tokens are moulding frail the heart
- Shattered spectacles, kaleidoscope of truth
- Rusty microscope shapes confidence of youth
- Mirror cracked and chipped reflecting state of mind
- Standing on the spire is where you might me find.
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