Be gone from this place, our place. This temple stands in obstinance to your liberation, remonstrating your presumed authority on this world and its peoples. In these holy walls we worship the passing of time and the choice to exist in each moment of it. You the enslavers, chain smiths and oppressors carry no power in this rampart and its people. The bulwark of our will beckons your war machines to cease, the guns fall silent and the thoughts of the free flood the city streets.
This looks imperssive. I'll take a look.