Pagans and wise
Gather 'round tables
Awaiting a temple rise
With knife and fork
As weapons
On tables sound
A massacre unfolds
With triangle sight
As gods willing
On marked soil
In light of her
In sight of her
With hopes towards
The sun
Pagans and wise
Now mere believers
For the monuments
Awaiting
Abiding to its cause
Nor sceptic as nature
To look around again
Followers
Tracing whilst
Pondering and fears creeping
Time's deciding
Who's to becomes a
Beacon of trust
A cult's remedy
Their words on plates
Like faith
Towards the greater
Miserable lies now
Words of light
Wise men and constant searchers
For fairy tales to mainstay as
Scriptures in every home
A tapestry to behold
Once archaic days
Where fallen stars
A dust from heaven
Now angels sent
As Pythagorean signs
For the generals
Thy abide
I have 2 questions and that is: Is there to many words repeating here? And was it difficult to read without punctuation?