They scribble sacred statements on the wall,
and climb the towers, shouting sacred calls.

And, swiftly, people come from far and near
to gather around at the sacred halls.

Some sing beloved songs; others mantra chant
’til sacred sounds are bouncing off the walls.

They read inscriptions carved into the rock,
deciphering meaning from sacred scrawl.

They’re all sure it’s sanctified from on high,
but sacred ‘s what you let hold you in Thrall.