[intro - spoken sermon by a preacher]
(Temple O.S. is a 64-bit)
(non-preemptive multi-tasking)
(multi-cored, public domain, open source, non-networked)
(ring-zero-only, single address space)
(PC operating system for recreational programming!)

[Verse 1 - The Man]
They said he walked with angels,
Or maybe with shadows in his mind.
A prophet with a keyboard,
Writing hymns in machine design.
He lived between two kingdoms,
One of earth and one unseen:
King James Version guiding his precision,
He crafted a temple of unique vision!

[Chorus - A choir harmonises in celestial style]
Temple O.S. a temple of light,
Six-40 by Four-80, each pixel so bright.
Holy - C psalms on silicon stone,
God in the code, and the code all his own.

[Verse 2 - The Faith]
“The stone the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone”;
So he built a holy altar
Out of circuits, bare and lone.
He said the Lord was speaking,
Through his random bible verse display,
Like a bush that burned with fire,
Yet was never burned away.

[drop]

[Verse 3 - The Struggle, with discordant digital delays]
But the prophets aren’t always gentle,
visions don’t always heal.
Schizophrenia’s thorns still pierced him,
Yet he worked the sacred wheel.
A voice cried in the wilderness,
Through colors fierce and wild,
And though he was pursued by glowies
He sought to be the Father’s child.

[Chorus — A choir harmonises in celestial style]
Temple O.S. , a temple of light,
Self-hosted hymns in the dead of night.
No net, no chain, no borrowed frame,
Just one man’s faith in God’s own name.

[Bridge - The Code]
No Unix roots, no ancient tree,
Just desert winds and Holy C.
A flight sim, hymns, pixel rainbows,
Scripture whispered where the cursor goes.
Ring-zero freedom, nothing to hide,
A voice with angels at his side.

[Verse 4 - The End]
2018, a fateful train would take,
A soul too fragile the world could not remake.
But the temple stands as his legacy,
Its doors and source open for all of us to see,
And the digital hymns in its memory
Still whisper the code for eternity.

[Final Chorus]
Temple O.S. , a temple of light,
Carved from struggle, from faith, from the fight.
Terry, your code, your spirit survives;
In every line, your temple’s alive.

[flourishing end]