You can’t trust the alright geezers, there is two lights above the door with some sort of compass beneath, hard edges of correction on show, hand hard to shake, whilst looking at the thumbs,your world is an order.
Through them a life in chains by their kind suspicion is the key to that door, though they walk among many riddles of people, but i would rather reside with god I didn’t wish to be above another, lest he gives me cause for concern. For i am not a Freemason. Mason Cult