In this temple,
there's one mountain,
two seats and a bridge
for a union of temples.
There's an altar too
for the daily sacrification of myself
- for from the top of the mount in this temple
doesn't just come communion but also,
Incense, fragrance rises for and to the Lord
Who is also the seated friend.
For if not, this union of temples will never be Trinity
as it is in heaven.
It shall be war
as offering and sacrifices become unequally yoked.
Singing of fellowship outside the template of love for a love in cacophony.
For this temple, I stop any stare at the gold in your treasury
for the God of your mountain.
My plea and pleasure is for a united three without treachery.