A Prophet's poem:
The East Gate.
Solid is the east gate,
Rapidly rising in its power every hour,
A tower of power, the lotus flower,
Others feel cower at the east gate power, Eight is the east gate, a strong fate to date, The east gate will resonate, don’t underestimate, It’s a straight powerful weight that will procreate, The fickle finger of fate, has this east gate.