Temple

My heaven,my hell Build upon stones An illusion of meaning So narrow,yet so wide Incarcerate No move No breath Helpless and innocent A figure of pain You all who came For shelter For comfort Witness the horror An image of heaven Pray for salvation Slaughter the righteous Breaking the limbs All moral to deny Welcome the cruel The wicked Treachery Done Below the surface A river to dread as all Waves of blood and semen Encase the pillars A vessel to fill Broken bodies to fit Their worries,its clay See the giant Who devours its children Cutting the wings Stabbing their hearts See the kindest place The flowers,the altar On mud A temple to build Let all weak and broken Come to me So I will embrace them And grand them their wishes