submit the blue print of that new home of the spirit.

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#BOOK ONE#

#The Church of the Conquerors#

I saw the Conquerors riding by
With trampling feet of horse and men:
Empire on empire like the tide
Flooded the world and ebbed again;

A thousand banners caught the sun,
And cities smoked along the plain,
And laden down with silk and gold
And heaped up pillage groaned the wain.

Kemp.

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#The Priestly Lie#