Servant - 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