Mormons Tabernacle

This poem tells about the suffering of Isrealities in the land

How bliss the mormons in holy
A trump of shout that sung the saints
Howls at night for worship
A mormon holy of holies
And its wonders colour so beauty blinks
Sprangs waffle dear sols
Like purple though seems as blue
The scarlet angels that woves inhas a fair soft
Hair layer of skin which veils heart
The sacrifies of oath that bestow an oak
Seat of mercy and angel of gold swarps
And the shewbread communion at night flame the
incence and lits the candlesticks
The brass of pillar priest offer pure sacrifies of chaste
The brew slant on in peace laid might and takes ark in mormon