The little embassy of spoof.

A million thoughts were recorded none more

The questions to gain later became as noted

The foot race but for the street called into being

Seen the social ball bing the heroes acclamation 

Brought by the house to its feet such became for all

Saturdays call of the trumpets not horse and carriage

Seen trotting on the next day in victories raised call

The much happiness of the waiting celebration begin

Are we all a bridge over time seeking just due prayers

In the shadow of trust given the rights to such being

This will lead you from the nail and cross just placed

Near to gold sin and of course your course leading now

The many cross the welcome mat wear away welcomes

Ringing but in sight touch upon the asking of presence

To bring light the realities of life reaching on to earth

But only one view realistic and must hold true where 

The darken boat is tied up in the dark of space or just

Spoof that time left in limbo without will or gain but

Remain in the light to all remembrance reaching out

Now exist in a trying struggle such for all to remake

From the dust to the character stone heading rolled out.