Waiting for the crowds
I sat before the door
Hoping to see them all
Before the marched inside

I spoke, I pleaded, and I screamed and shouted
My admonition of the misnamed psalms
But few were swayed by my premonitions
And thus the hordes trudged by

Terrestrially bombarded,
Always proceeding without rest
Wave upon wave
With all the hope of the faithless

And Here I stand in defiance
Hoping more will see past
When surrounded by allusions
To a decrepit Greatness

The words are: Admonition, Psalms, Premonitions, Terrestrial, Bombard, Allusions, and Decrepit. If you want you can send me yours if you feel like
making one.