During a lecture
Learning architecture
Then entered our teacher
Carrying a bold structure
Which looked like a creature
-then we're held in an overture...-
He took a brush from his faint paint pitcher
And drew a picture
Of the forgotten preacher
Who taught the scripture
Who taught like a teacher
To the poorer and the richer
Who affirmed the scripture
That during the day of exposure
There would be a great rupture
Where every created creature
Shall absurdly measure
Before the Master.
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